This is a song about "Snitches much 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

Why do people have to die

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

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

I condone violence an force silence amoung bitchers an snitches pop un the head like there blisters

All my niggas ride or die

Three j's took me this high

Snitches in ditches with stitches will hitch hike so listen bitch,

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

From poorest snitches to richest

Money is most of y'all interest