This is a song about "Rosaboy da don in love with the queen i got these bitches mad"

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Of me winning with these mad bitches snitching.

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I got to line these bitches up, put 'em in some tidy rows,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

I live on the beach and these kids outside and they playin n da heat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Da real queen spellin b

We like to party

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Since i was killed by the don,

But we should be body to body

Long as these bitches love me

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Im da main man, so i got mad riches