This is a song about "Snitches much die"

You are about to die!

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

From poorest snitches to richest

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Too much information?

I am my inspiration

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/

I'll meet you in the sky

Who watched his father die

A bystandered made die

Live off my lie and my lullaby

Three j's took me this high

Why do people have to die