This is a song about "Boss type shit"

This type of shit goes on everyday,

When you see the instant replay

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Just show them boys whos boss

This shit is a different type of warfare

And now i walk around without a care

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

I'm too busy doin the type of shit that got gotti killed

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

This the type of shit that make a niggah twitch

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

The type of shit that you don't have to asked who produced it

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

World play? shit, bust out the type writer