This is a song about "Russian boss all i do is spit bars"

I'm so dope i spit prisons instead of bars if

Who know this be the life that i really live

Now all i wanna do is fucken smoke

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

With this rap as my rack of the bars that i spit

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Life is hard death is easy so i stay a boss,

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

I spit real flow, all you do is just yell

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

Stealin some bars is all good and fine

You hear me spit flame and all you do is squeak, you rodent/

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky