This is a song about "Boss friend"

I thought you were a friend

Then push the milk on a slow bend

I'll never be your best friend

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

Bitch got all them booty shots

I'm so boss, provin' my dominance

So here i am at the store for some chips

Stop it if you scared

I just want a best friend

I've got the boss flow, spit progression

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Where you welcome to problems

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks