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

You don;t thin anymore

Now we must stand tall

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

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

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

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

If you try to give it to me at the door