This is a song about "Wanna se who is the boss ateeb"

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

I'm am the guy that's a big ol' boss

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Dependent on if it's hatred or an objective opinion

And all the folks crushed who wanna be beating the system,

Who the hell would go and wanna, call themselves "marijuana",

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

The, the, the, is the acta-cle in my ar-se-nal i start that flow

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

As she goes through the levels