This is a song about "Im the master"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Dads gone so techinaclly im a basterd,my own man though im now the master,

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

That's the master plan, like candle wax it's acid damn,

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

It's part of their master plan to brainwash half the land,

Master of the quotables so please dont get emotional

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

It takes time, no such thing as the master race,

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

New world order and i'm the master of psychological disorders,