This is a song about "Dark master"

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

It was just another party

You my master i can be your slave

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

In case i betray my people and master

Control the mind of yo master

Yeah, right, get over here faster

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

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