This is a song about "Boss tweed"

I'm am the guy that's a big ol' boss

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Just show them boys whos boss

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I'm so boss, provin' my dominance

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Instead of a life of crime now im the motherfucking boss

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Imma tell you something thats boss

I'm smarter than a professor dressed from head to toe in tweed,

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.