This is a song about "I m boss"

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Casual with the chaos, i battle with fate's boss

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

You pissin off? thats what i thought, you know my shit is boss

This batmobile is real hard to steer

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I think im rick ross cause i swear that ima boss and

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important