This is a song about "Snitches"

Snitches gettin' us locked, we arrested again,

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

From poorest snitches to richest

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Snitches in ditches with stitches will hitch hike so listen bitch,