This is a song about "Boss key yacht"

Take the brick road for the blue key

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Wanna see you work your body

I’m tryna be low key

We are servants and god is our boss

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

And you all will respect that

You're the boss of bullshit

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Quit tryna be the big boss

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss