This is a song about "Me being a boss"

And now that i’m getting money

Doing this cuz im the boss of me

I'm big boss,that's why they wanna kill me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

If you're such a powerful being lord, then answer me why.

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

People will follow me in the masses i am a boss now the real cost

Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip