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

Like we were the bees of the buzz

Niggas talk with limited service

Heard the sound of several gun shots

But you act like mr. i'm a fucking boss

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

I really love my miami crew

Must be the trust that no one has for u

Livin life like a boss, oakvillians we call the shots

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

Will be drinking like were insane

It looks like u were scared to meet me alone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

A pussy ass like u rappin should be considered a crime

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time