This is a song about "Gamer rap master"

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

Verse 2: rap is like a skill, you have to practice to master.

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

So that don't even matter

Control the mind of yo master

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

You my master i can be your slave

It'll last for all these crazy days