This is a song about "Be the boss like u were"

Livin life like a boss, oakvillians we call the shots

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

It looks like u were scared to meet me alone

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I'm am the guy that's a big ol' boss

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Instead of a life of crime now im the motherfucking boss

Must be the trust that no one has for u

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

The more i caught the closer u were done

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

U might be thinking like...i should have neva started

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

The you should look up in the stars