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

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

I never use a fork i always spoon her

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

Into the canal, it took the discipline master, a frown and a while

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I'm an innovator fucking hater a master of this game

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

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

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Luckily i'm a master of dispatchin', got a "send them to the pound" degree

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster