This is a song about "Ben master"

Not even my favorite rapper

You're the servant, i'm the master.

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Cuz im the female rapping master

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

I kill beats and faggots and you're no rap master

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

Fight the master and leave,

Cause there could never be peace

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Choking on them white boys make a black panther