This is a song about "Bos"

I run with crews that are not violent, but then can't pick a team,

Spitting on my mic, whippin a cow for that cream,

See i be here all day tryna count how many girls want bow

I'll cook it up and stir it 'till i crack and then i'll have a cow,

Cattle to the slaughter they all wander like drones

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes