This is a song about "Cuban boss"

They say your name for attention

I've got the boss flow, spit progression

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I'll lick off his top, like a cuban cigar

Only built 4 cuban linx, paid in full, and liquor swords,

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

Imma tell you something thats boss

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

We are servants and god is our boss

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Livin life like a boss, oakvillians we call the shots

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops