This is a song about "Master chief"

Inferior, but i'm nice

Fight the master and leave,

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

It's just my master plan.

Cuz im the female rapping master

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Call me master splinter

She should have invited her

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Control the mind of yo master