This is a song about "Snitches"

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Snitches, get left in ditches, there 50 bitches, spit so fast my lips need stitches

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/

That shit was wack as fuck

Fake young snitches that call us up

I condone violence an force silence amoung bitchers an snitches pop un the head like there blisters

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Your friends wit snitches and that gives us suspicion bout you in business.

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

From poorest snitches to richest