This is a song about "Sex with boss"

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

You just another dumb hoe with some sex appeal

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Good kids make bad grown ups

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Casual with the chaos, i battle with fate's boss

Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids

Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids

We are servants and god is our boss

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Convertibles with turbo jets

It wasn't about the sex