This is a song about "Master flav fuck"

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Cuz im the female rapping master

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

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

In case i betray my people and master

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

To click respond to your master carl

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Master of hearts, history's most diabolical innovator

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Because back then i wasn't a master

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

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