This is a song about "Jonathan the master"

High as hell but still the master of the mic

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Servin' master, soft flesh up in the sun, they think they're shinin',

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

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

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing