This is a song about "Gamer rap master"

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

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

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I am a master that mastered these passwords

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Bitch, they call it motor city

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

I never quit never fell ,i became a rap master,oh ya well last massage to teachers

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

If you go a lil quick i spit a lil faster, im the rap master,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions