This is a song about "Killing shit glocks bitches chains whips"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Roslanskeet is making history, killing you bitches lyrically,

Bitches love that shit more than candy

Let me rideuntil i get free

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Bitches talk, bitches hate,all that shit dont phase me, truth be told im to fucing lazy

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

He recommends i do that by killing you i'll descend slowly you won't see this shit

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Now i'm saying shit verbally, words are on a killing spree

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Thought i was killing shit when my game was just at par

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far