Jack the Ripper - Ima Boss Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
What it is though? (Rugh!)
Mister 1-8-7 (Rugh!)
Another freestyle for yall boys (Rugh!)

[Verse 1: Jack Tha Ripper]
Look I be ridin' through my new hood but I'm in my old whip
I got a new attitude, essays on some old shit
Professor told me study hard, classmates ain't liking it
They be plagiarizing, I'm original when I write it
And I know it's gone pay off, tuition fees
Tell the slaves I'm hot too, master degree
They heard I open doors now they screaming "Past the key!"
And I'm dope with it too keep with me a couple Gs
But I ain't smoking though money is my honey
Married to the zeros Magic only, Stan Van Gundy
That means I coach them Power Forward, I approach them
Kardashian on my arm cause she bad, I Lamar Odom
You wasn't with me when I was out in L.A
Sixth man coming off the bench when the Lakers wouldn't make a way
I was faded with the Clippers, got released from the Mavericks
Thinking about going back to South Beach with my talents
Cause Ima boss, now tell me where the fat hoes at?
Shawty say she big body but I ain't fuckin' with no Cadillacs
Three degrees, brought them back
Never lied, told them facts
RG3 Redskins, now we running away from sacks
Weed and pills learn my lesson I just "Say No"
Too many panic attacks, the light was getting too close
Thoughts running hot just like my Ninety-Four two do'
Pulled over by the po-pos, going to jail a no-no
Make it rain with my ice yeah, I let the snow blow
Bissonet black on black, rim shop at Rollos
Now I'm rollin' in that white thang, 1-8-7 on my chain
Stepped on the scene killing shit all you hear is "Bang!"
I ain't fuckin' with you fuckboys get the yellow tape
Captain-Save-A-Hoe, I'm bout to lose my cape
Ask Tony the Tiger, my life is Grrr-eat
Striped up like a zebra, making them calls every play
That was back in the day I never been a snitch
But I still got my whistle, got them running drills and shit
Being real runs deep in my veins I'm in the Chevy
If there ever is a revolution, know I was born ready
I'm flowin' strong like I'm bought to break a levee
I cook these lyrics, I bet yall wanna know the recipe
I proceed with the proceeds, leave the booth deceased
Skeletons in the studio, instrumentals getting bodied
One time with the shades, beam me up Scotty
X-Man in this bitch, a prophet like Socrates (Rugh!)