This is a song about "Golf the masters"

Burn and know i'm all over your masters master, but hazardous,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Looking for a leader cuz your masters shady,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

They link dancers and obey masters like captors

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

The water from the past is the same water in the present

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care