This is a song about "Supervisor"

Not a chief keef, i'm a common or talib kweli,

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Spotlights on, center stage

Im washin off another plate

I've got the boss flow, spit progression

In earth, as it is in heaven

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

But i'm not in the first place

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Like a drunk driver that has a rash still, like "fuck it, jesus take the wheel!

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Telling me i'm adequate and i deserve to work like a slave,

Networking, meanwhile my stomach turning

Turn up hard like a drunk driver swerving,