This is a song about "Jesse roberts is a lobster master"

I'm classed as a castor of magic, a master of immaculate tactics

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

Comin' after me and then you fall into a master plan

I'm in a another world just call me master chief

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

If you go a lil quick i spit a lil faster, im the rap master,

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

I got a lot of plans that were in itself master pieces

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

Inability to master complex rhymes, my game is not refined/

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Prior to being a master liar, i was getting higher/

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer