This is a song about "I m your boss"

First of all your hated boss laid you off, paid you naught,

If you thought it, it better be what you want

You foogazie, boss up, boss up with your time dog

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Well, total honesty, between you, your boss and me, you horny hoe

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Is written in our souls, africa

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