This is a song about "Snitches much die"

Do you wanna ride or die

Hear the rambling in the sky

Or somthing and wait to die

When i'm low, she take me high

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Your friends wit snitches and that gives us suspicion bout you in business.

All my niggas ride or die

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

You are about to die!

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

I understand i'm back by popular demand

We kill all em snitches and we do it fast.

And i know that your supply

Now its your turn to die