This is a song about "Islam is boss"

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

No islam nor hinduism neither christianity....

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

None of yall fools is the boss of me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

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

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

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

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

I'm so boss, provin' my dominance

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.