This is a song about "Jonathan the master"

High as hell but still the master of the mic

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Cuz im the female rapping master

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Pass the shit, master krit got you grabbin' the glass and it's,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

They say that i never cease to amaze

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

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

See i am the master and the commander

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

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,

So until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed