This is a song about "Types of dominance"

I'm so boss, provin' my dominance

So here i am at the store for some chips

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm everything that they call nice

I'd remember my favorite types of recipes

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Questioning the whole meaning

This is how she want to live

Out of this coviction of feelings