This is a song about "Toss imba"

For me i'm the boss at night you turn and toss

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I don't sleep, i stead i toss and turn and think and become restless

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Toss ur face like a dollar n scribble what all it states!,

Toss the body in my trunk

You couldn't live your life for the moment

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

And i'll toss this key when i enter alone,

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see