This is a song about "Master chief gravy sex anal"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

It wasn't about the sex

But once i got rid it was all gravy,

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

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

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

The weak compete, meet defeat, i'm master chief winning on a killing spree

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

And we havin' rough sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

In case i betray my people and master

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir