This is a song about "Feeling limitless boss of the boss going blingless all the way to the top"

You're uncool like my mother kin

I've got the boss flow, spit progression

On the boss take a paddle of me.

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

None of yall fools is the boss of me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

Of wannabe rappers, go all the way around, and up to the top, climb my way into hip hop,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

For me i'm the boss at night you turn and toss

You think your fly as fuck and got the cost to be the boss?

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Look on your page, you really think you're boss at the top,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Amir is a boss who wrote the rappad app

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap