This is a song about "Snitches get stitches"

From poorest snitches to richest

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Fuckin with me, and i'll put you into stitches

Im ripping at the seams, but rap helped me sew the stitches!

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

And bag 'em up leave 'em with sickish, stitches, n' diminish-

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

I tear pussies open, they need stitches

I'll give u 6 stitches i know u dont get bitches

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this