This is a song about "Ill be your master cheif"

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Ill crack your shoulder blade

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Hey baster stop battling me (carl c) your master, your spiting some eggs

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

If your lucky ill ceasefire,

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire

Here i go again, searching for love

Ill be forced to turn vicious

Ill be beside your death bed

Like sally mae on college debt

Then ill be like mordecai//

Tears that our fore fathers cry