This is a song about "Im the master i tell you"

I can tell that you got served, because i eat the mic,

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

It's about time i tell you the truth

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dashon my ass was the motherfuckin cops now

Ever after evil laughter im the master still full of anger smart enough not to bow

I will tell you more,this is not the end

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

I tell you your a slob, you get the scorn of god,

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Better pick a better option before these nikes get to stomping

You can tell by the way that im offing, entire tracks but im coughing

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

Tell me what im suppose to do, if i aint got you here

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Beggin for money at a fire station, i evolved with this nation, im a master creation,