This is a song about "Halo master chief collection"

In case i betray my people and master

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Once they accidentally find your collection of knives,

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

They don't care bout the economy as long as they benefit from the tax collection!

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

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

To this collection of words that i happen to jot

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

I don't wanna obey the master

How the fuck a deal matter

Come talk to me i'm the chief.

Gotta go, let her leave