This is a song about "Snitches"

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

Fake young snitches that call us up

They just don't give a fuck

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Snitches gettin' us locked, we arrested again,

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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