This is a song about "Master fard muhammad"

Because back then i wasn't a master

And i just want to hold her

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Control the mind of yo master

I don't wanna obey the master

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Then the stars don't even matter

Cuz im the female rapping master

Fight the master and leave,

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

This is no trial, this a closed case

You my master i can be your slave