This is a song about "Master blaster"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

And then along came the wrong man for her

I don't wanna obey the master

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

On top of saturn, i'm sending shots from my rocket blaster

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

Master at beer pong coming from hong kong

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer