This is a song about "Ateeb is more of a boss then muneeb"

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

I battle more hard then the ghost of mozart,

With no garden i know hoes that pump water

Mine is worth more than pay of a pro baller

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

But now it's on point, more points then of a cactus.

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

So you're gonna need more, then a napkin, im vile

Relax then go back to rappad n write more spits/im a horde a lord of this here

A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how i feel

If pain is more abundant than love, then all we know is pain

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

None of yall fools is the boss of me

You're the boss of bullshit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit