This is a song about "Boss asss"

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

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

But i'm just big enough for you to call me a boss

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

We are servants and god is our boss

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Uh im a boss. im a boss bitch. when it comes to my money

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

You pissin off? thats what i thought, you know my shit is boss

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Im boss as fuck, no ones employing me

Instead of a life of crime now im the motherfucking boss

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars