This is a song about "George a master"

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Caught george with a hand on his cock

Bringing fuel for clowning you weak fools cuz i'm a fool-proof master

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

I'm an innovator fucking hater a master of this game

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Luckily i'm a master of dispatchin', got a "send them to the pound" degree

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

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

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Because back then i wasn't a master

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Prior to being a master liar, i was getting higher/