This is a song about "Snitches much die"

Wondering which way will i die,

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

All my niggas ride or die

And in fact i can’t deny

Now its your turn to die

Why do people have to die

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

That's the window into the sky

Or somthing and wait to die

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Snitches, get left in ditches, there 50 bitches, spit so fast my lips need stitches