This is a song about "Rapping dabbing king boss"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

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

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

Just show them boys whos boss

Im boss as fuck, no ones employing me

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

And it smells like burger king.

I love the way you're standing

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

We are servants and god is our boss

I'm so boss, provin' my dominance

So here i am at the store for some chips

You pull up in parking lots

Like a boss, so check off rick ross