This is a song about "Master bait"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Too late you took the bait mistook for fake as a rake

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

I put my heart on the line and you took the bait

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

In case i betray my people and master

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

You're the servant, i'm the master.

Yeah, right, get over here faster

Call me master splinter

Just so happens mine they prefer