This is a song about "Baller boss"

Imma tell you something thats boss

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I could say that i'm a baller with the riches and dough,

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Uh im a boss. im a boss bitch. when it comes to my money

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Rejected from being a baller, infected with the thinking that we're all nerds

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

We are servants and god is our boss

Quit tryna be the big boss

I be murdering bars

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I'm so boss, provin' my dominance

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

You're the boss of bullshit