This is a song about "Snitches are bitches who fall in ditches and get stiches"

Pleased dont forget me and dont fall in love,

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

This song alone is getting more kids laid than bitches who get paid to fuck,

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Burned, squirmed to char and buried in the ditches,

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

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