This is a song about "Snitches"

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

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

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/

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

From poorest snitches to richest

Snitches gettin' us locked, we arrested again,

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

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

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse