This is a song about "Master chief"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Shit with our whole family

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Cuz im the female rapping master

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

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

You know...you know who you are

Because back then i wasn't a master

While i'm still chief of these weird emotions

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

The freshest beats that thump the streets for weeks chief,