This is a song about "Disaster master plaster"

In case i betray my people and master

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

He is in the midst of unknown disaster

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

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

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

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Uh, appetite for disaster

Then the stars don't even matter

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Always followed surely after a quick view of disaster

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

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

This is a disaster,

How the fuck a deal matter