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

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Since i was killed by the don,

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

Best friends in hospital i dont know what to do,go to some bitches house and just screw,

Not relying on the light no more

You don;t thin anymore

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

I'm hot as hell, don i'll give you pac and l

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit