This is a song about "Classocal masters"

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

With a ba and a masters

Looking for a leader cuz your masters shady,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

They link dancers and obey masters like captors

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

#pitiful rappers attackin the masters, givin me reason to feed my murderous tendencies

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

Opening up a new rap chapter, we're the twin masters

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love