This is a song about "Classocal masters"

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

I end rappers like chapters i spend masters like bankers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

They link dancers and obey masters like captors

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

In the rule book, it states equality inbetween race, but not even in the

You can produce those masterpieces,im smashing masters and visa's while you acting diva

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

With a ba and a masters