This is a song about "Master bait"

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

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

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

Control the mind of yo master

See, i like the person that you are

Cause there'll never be peace

Fight the master and leave,

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

And there's little to be glad for

I don't wanna obey the master