This is a song about "Lyrics master"

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

Let's face it, i can’t replace

You my master i can be your slave

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

In case i betray my people and master

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

Shittin' lyrics out like i'm master p, y'all asking me,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Control the mind of yo master

Something worth dying for

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

See i am the master and the commander