This is a song about "Snitches"

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

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

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Snitches gettin' us locked, we arrested again,

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Fake young snitches that call us up

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

From poorest snitches to richest

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Snitches, get left in ditches, there 50 bitches, spit so fast my lips need stitches

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love