This is a song about "Disaster master plaster"

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I don't wanna obey the master

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

It's just my master plan.

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

So if you done with these beijing games

Real rappers drop a song a disaster breaks//

He is in the midst of unknown disaster

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker

Spell befell my plaster, formed forever after for laughter,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

My records sell, yes sir

I’m known to bring disaster

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

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