This is a song about "Ima boss"

But five years from now i bet she see

Im boss as fuck, no ones employing me

I just wanna be higher than that

Ima lyrical maniac

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Uh im a boss. im a boss bitch. when it comes to my money

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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