This is a song about "The boss"

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

So pay the cost to be the boss or pay the don respect

The boss, i got the whole game under the gun

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

On the boss take a paddle of me.

Bitch, i might make you my baby

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Killin rappers openly ima show em who the boss is

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

You think your fly as fuck and got the cost to be the boss?

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

People will follow me in the masses i am a boss now the real cost

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Don't hustle or pimp, or fondle the boss for slips