This is a song about "Snitches and bitches"

From poorest snitches to richest

She leave her hair in the sink

Always on some new shit cnn

Better rape some bitches and then

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

They say you're all obedient and you're all just bitches,

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

And if you looka all the bitches...

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

You're a pile of ash and ember covered in feces of bitches

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare