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

I've got the boss flow, spit progression

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

None of yall fools is the boss of me

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

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

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

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

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

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

Sk for dinner and forget to floss