This is a song about "Snitches get stitches"

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Snitches gettin' us locked, we arrested again,

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Hawken all these black basic bitches basically begging for stitches

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

On one man, leave you in stitches,

And you niggas will acknowledge this

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

Leave the mortally horribly in stitches