This is a song about "Disaster master plaster"

Always followed surely after a quick view of disaster

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Cuz im the female rapping master

When you talkin illest rapper

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Find n.a.s.a. plaster, the first draft on a ship

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

You're the servant, i'm the master.

Uh, appetite for disaster

That i will leave earth with her

This is a disaster,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her