This is a song about "Master fard muhammad"

Given shoutouts to muhammad ali

It was just another party

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

In case i betray my people and master

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

See i am the master and the commander

You my master i can be your slave

And i just love your flashy ways

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Cuz im the female rapping master

Fight the master and leave,

And all my childhood memories

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Because back then i wasn't a master