This is a song about "Boss ass birch"

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Instead of a life of crime now im the motherfucking boss

Sk for dinner and forget to floss

Quit tryna be the big boss

You foogazie, boss up, boss up with your time dog

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Imma tell you something thats boss

Bitch got all them booty shots

Im boss as fuck, no ones employing me

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

I think im rick ross cause i swear that ima boss and

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.