This is a song about "Cruising like a boss"

Livin life like a boss, oakvillians we call the shots

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

But i'm just big enough for you to call me a boss

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Whilst i'm bruising, cruising,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

Keep that mouth up and you'll be cruising for a bruising

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

They damn dog, you a boss, credits to you hats off

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Whipping and cruising abusing the curve,

Lebron number nine's, i ain't trynna floss

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