This is a song about "Boss"

You say you're a boss like you ever floss

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Imma tell you something thats boss

We are servants and god is our boss

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

But you act like mr. i'm a fucking boss

Livin life like a boss, oakvillians we call the shots

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Uh im a boss. im a boss bitch. when it comes to my money