This is a song about "American masters"

I end rappers like chapters i spend masters like bankers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Burn and know i'm all over your masters master, but hazardous,

Looking for a leader cuz your masters shady,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Cassidys in disses to teach me to eat the masters to pieces

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

If you were nursed by fools, then this is your american, asian perceptions.

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.