This is a song about "Young boss money"

Sos, save our souls. make me boss.

I be murdering bars

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Young money shit, me and lil wayne too big

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

Quit tryna be the big boss

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

I was on my sway shit

You're the boss of bullshit

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch

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

You pull up in parking lots

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

I've got the boss flow, spit progression