This is a song about "Boss ass birch"

I'm so boss, provin' my dominance

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I've got the boss flow, spit progression

First off congratulations on the win

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

You're the boss of bullshit

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

Livin life like a boss, oakvillians we call the shots

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops