This is a song about "Snitches die"

I'll meet you in the sky

Lifes a bitch than ya die,

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

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

All my niggas ride or die

We was high school peers, in junior high

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Snitches gettin' us locked, we arrested again,

Fake young snitches that call us up

On they car note to go to the club

Now its your turn to die

She gotta hold her head up high

You are about to die!

Yeah, since i was a knee high