This is a song about "Tabasco boss and weenier soss"

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

The you should look up in the stars

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Like you're the boss and no one's goin'/ to ever take you out your throne/ knowin' you'd go for 'em

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Instead of a life of crime now im the motherfucking boss

But you act like mr. i'm a fucking boss

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

You foogazie, boss up, boss up with your time dog

Man while you hungry i am eating steak with tabasco sauce

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss