This is a song about "Boss type shit"

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

This shit is a different type of warfare

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

Make it home round some like 6, to eat well and get fat on some pun-type shit

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

You pull up in parking lots

Quit tryna be the big boss

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

So the devil that drove in her got in control

That's the type of shit that'll get a "tough guy" stole