This is a song about "I am the puppets master"

That's the kinda person i am

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

I can't wait 'till these lobbyist puppets get fuckin' overthrown,

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

I am the master of me, and my past is what shapes me,

I am the man that survived.

You can search but you'll never find

The women think i am

Hoppin' out a van

Not even my favorite rapper

Because back then i wasn't a master

So until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

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