This is a song about "Snitches get stitches"

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Hawken all these black basic bitches basically begging for stitches

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

I tear pussies open, they need stitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

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

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Guy came back the next day with his nose broke and six stitches

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Stab you with lyrical sword and leaving you with unhealing stitches