This is a song about "Making people my bitches"

Or making product move, but then people would prosecute,

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Not making cash, but when people feel it’s the best,

Fuck it! i'll be signing people and be making them mine,

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

I dont need bitches, bitches flock at my name

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

He’ll be making people rich,

Man but this ain't no sign language

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Making my brain hard to rhyme

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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

Roslanskeet is making history, killing you bitches lyrically,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free