This is a song about "Boss flows"

Slurr puns for fun, and suffocating silly flows

So while you worry about the hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

The more battles the better the flows

Here they keep a rachet close

Posse hocking some flame flows

Quit tryna be the big boss

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

With split muscles, spillin' curdling blood flows

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

The youngest of my mother kids

Flows smooth as swish in baskets

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Acrimonious harmonious flows are busted