This is a song about "Master bait"

But i do quite well with all the bait

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Cuz im the female rapping master

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Control the mind of yo master

Salim and i took the bait didn't even hesitate,

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

And i got that bait, they all bad

The door crack, niggas all black

Dastardly master rhyme caster

Something worth dying for

I can seal your fate in a crate and make that shit parana bait

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

Im washin off another plate