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

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

And ill stand at your side

Catchin' all the light

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

To click respond to your master carl

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Lets give your face a new look, ill take a photo, itll be on the front paper

Then ill be like mordecai//

Keep your heads up high

Baby got that super bass

You my master i can be your slave