This is a song about "Making money getting bitches"

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

I’m getting beats, well i’m making beats

I'll never call you bitch again

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Roslanskeet is making history, killing you bitches lyrically,

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

Thought that getting money was the only payment

Secret society all we ask is trust

And i know - there'll never be peace

Making her money she drive a mercedes