This is a song about "Snitches much die"

She gotta hold her head up high

You are about to die!

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

Why do people have to die

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Too much information?

Lifes a bitch than ya die,

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

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