This is a song about "Dark master"

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Control the mind of yo master

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Call me master splinter

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

After dark, one more to chalk

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

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Master mind my mental