This is a song about "Boss key yacht"

Cause you love me, call me daddy

My perception is key,

Put a quarter in the slot, got a lot might as well buy a yacht/

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

As i'm dumping your body over the back of my yacht.

We are servants and god is our boss

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Glory to god he is the key

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

A lyrical genius, respect is the key

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Imma tell you something thats boss

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

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.