This is a song about "Boss music"

Hard to make it in music/

You be on that stalker shit

And talk some more shit

You're the boss of bullshit

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Casual with the chaos, i battle with fate's boss

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I'm so boss, provin' my dominance

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I know they pay me too much of attention

I've got the boss flow, spit progression