This is a song about "Master ch"

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

I don't wanna obey the master

Need a new liver

Call me master splinter

I am a master that mastered these passwords

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Mothafuckin' difficult, ch-yeah, til then

And then along came the wrong man for her

Control the mind of yo master

Master mind my mental

Never wrong at any level

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

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

But i'm like nah, this b**ch needs to say

Back in the motherfuckin bay