This is a song about "Master cheif"

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

I kill beats and faggots and you're no rap master

The all loving immaculate master of all,

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

You my master i can be your slave

I don't wanna obey the master

And i just want to hold her

Because back then i wasn't a master

Yeah, they call me country grammar

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

To click respond to your master carl

See i am the master and the commander

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,