This is a song about "Snitches suck balls"

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

We kill all em snitches and we do it fast.

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

Sittin on bowling balls

Alcohol and booty calls

From poorest snitches to richest

You know i stick to the script

Sometimes haters say shit you suck

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

I know you're mad, but so what

Fake young snitches that call us up

Shots, they back and forth

Now im doing cannon balls

Your balls get susan boyle

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil