This is a song about "Boss key yacht"

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

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

My perception is key,

It's obvious i'm crazy

Trying to catch me riding dirty

The squad on lock no key

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Knowledge is power information is key

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

Lets come up to my city

I got a rappin key.

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

A lyrical genius, respect is the key

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine