This is a song about "Gucci goggles with a lv belt 2 spanish chicks that buss shots for me call me commander"

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

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

When rappers try and burn me i hit 'em with the coldest shots,

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

With these cheese that i'm chewing they should call me stinky bishop/

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

That's why my gun stay loaded but my goils take them shots for me, shots for me

A sniper-rifleman , 2 shots your in the sky,

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Didn't even call me when january 2 was my thirteen

Call me what you want call me a cheater, call me mock

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk