This is a song about "Boss friend"

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

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

Then push the milk on a slow bend

I'll never be your best friend

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Talking about a friend, of a friend

One parent above, the other live scared

But you act like mr. i'm a fucking boss

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Half your body laying on my chest

You were an amazing best friend

Always knew where the pot was

Quit tryna be the big boss

Imma tell you something thats boss

Intendent attend them, cool cause