This is a song about "Boss ass birch"

You say you're a boss like you ever floss

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Must be something you want me to see

Doing this cuz im the boss of me

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Im boss as fuck, no ones employing me

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

You're the boss of bullshit

The master of this rap shit

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Just show them boys whos boss

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

We are servants and god is our boss

Well baby bot there ain't no question

I've got the boss flow, spit progression