This is a song about "Real bitches fucking making money pussy"

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Making money was the ideal

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Hustle for money and making livings

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Roslanskeet is making history, killing you bitches lyrically,

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want