This is a song about "Snitches much die"

Who watched his father die

That new c-l fly

You are about to die!

That got your mother high

Lifes a bitch than ya die,

I'm the other guy

No more will we cry

Or somthing and wait to die

Why do people have to die

I mean the game been dry

Wondering which way will i die,

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.