This is a song about "I m the boss now"

Life is hard death is easy so i stay a boss,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Razor grips, laser spit

Leave the scene m rated

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Quit tryna be the big boss

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Is written in our souls, africa

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest