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

I'm over the fact, that i'm not your cup of tea,

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

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

The piece of me that makes me hu-mane, and not quite so insane.

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

You said you were the boss, you lied through your heart, down the fucking

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

But you not the one of a kind,open your eyes,

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

None of yall fools is the boss of me