This is a song about "Grill master"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

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

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

I thought i recognized her

Dastardly master rhyme caster