This is a song about "Boss aka evans"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

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

Speed up, patience, please cause

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

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth

Just show them boys whos boss

Bitch got all them booty shots

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

So i gave her this candy stick aka long dick

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I'm so boss, provin' my dominance

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

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