This is a song about "Snitches i don t l"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

I wish i was #great, 'cause i just feel like an l

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Wonderin why everyone's so persistent thunderin in telling me what to do,

E-v-i-l cant you see this is i-r-l, do i gotta spit some internet slang to get it threw to you

Since i was killed by the don,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john