This is a song about "Making people my bitches"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Well people are always making fables

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

Roslanskeet is making history, killing you bitches lyrically,

He’ll be making people rich,

Throw d's on that bitch

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Making my infastructure major

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

My dick, stupid bitches

My bitches pure thick

100 bitches on my dick

Or making product move, but then people would prosecute,

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe