This is a song about "Snitches"

Snitches gettin' us locked, we arrested again,

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

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

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

From poorest snitches to richest

If you feel it, it must be real just

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

Together all the timethought it was true love

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

We kill all em snitches and we do it fast.

I understand i'm back by popular demand