This is a song about "Making money and fucking bitches"

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

Roslanskeet is making history, killing you bitches lyrically,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Hustle for money and making livings

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Throwing money up and making it rain/

And their only fucking mission is making a billion

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Know it good when she go no hands

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

Making bitches say damn

Playboy, i don't own that man