This is a song about "Bitches be trippin"

Them boys be talking ’bout their bitches

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,

It's just my soda mixed with brown

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Are the only thing i be dishing out to you bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

I really shouldn't be here now- i don't fuck the heathen bitches

All my bitches be foreign

Top ranked, number one my son

I got a hundred bitches here tryna be my main chick

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

Tawiah - all i need chorus

Trippin like i road the bus