This is a song about "Bitches be trippin"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

Trippin like i road the bus

I'm just trying to focus

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Punch lines i'm tapping bitches who only be dimes

Are the only thing i be dishing out to you bitches

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

You left me down, broken, begging, trippin'.

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

All my bitches be foreign

If a nigga didn't fake like them

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,