This is a song about "Russian mobsters"

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

But to rush the stage. ya messing with a bunch of mobsters,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Playing russian roulette with ya life,

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

There is no control, like a gun barrel in russian roulette,

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Looking at the options some choose to be mobsters