This is a song about "Nikki manager"

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

I spit rhymes so complex i could be responsible for a genius stump

I write rhymes in the editor, c'mon let's explore

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I'm am the guy that's a big ol' boss

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I've got the boss flow, spit progression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And any chick you can screw i can get wetter

Where the fuckin movie nigga, i'm the director

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

The lower class now is our guiding light that’s shining bright,

Instead of a life of crime now im the motherfucking boss

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars