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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

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

None of yall fools is the boss of me

But make sure if they do see

Im more of a boss than the foam finger miley cyrus used as a dick bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I make songs about shit for attention

I've got the boss flow, spit progression