This is a song about "Mustang boss 302"

I've got the boss flow, spit progression

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

Instead of a life of crime now im the motherfucking boss

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

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

I'm so boss, provin' my dominance

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

We are servants and god is our boss

The master of this rap shit

You're the boss of bullshit

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Livin life like a boss, oakvillians we call the shots