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

I said i'm hurting her

Luke im not ur father

But i'm just big enough for you to call me a boss

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I'm the center of terror /you better remember ur errors

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Im boss as fuck, no ones employing me

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Instead of a life of crime now im the motherfucking boss

Never aimin for ur heads always for the chest i dont need rappers to help me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party