This is a song about "Boss type shit"

Boss shit she no she mean as shit but she actin like a kid

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

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

Quit tryna be the big boss

Sk for dinner and forget to floss

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Just fucking around with a weird fast flow type shit

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Just show them boys whos boss

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Cold, my style making my nose run

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

The type of shit that causes mass confusion