This is a song about "Ur not the boss of me"

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Im boss as fuck, no ones employing me

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

People's opinions are inverted as a sorceress of language costs you your verbs,

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Callin me out? dood u ain't got my number ur not on my level

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

None of yall fools is the boss of me

This is like riding through the city

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Luke im not ur father