This is a song about "Disaster master plaster"

Yeah, they call me country grammar

I’m known to bring disaster

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Spell befell my plaster, formed forever after for laughter,

And then along came the wrong man for her

Cuz im the female rapping master

How the fuck a deal matter

This is a disaster,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Uh, appetite for disaster

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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

Of impactful things one can ask for

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

I don't wanna obey the master

Niggas who be rapping how real they are