This is a song about "Master j"

You're the servant, i'm the master.

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Better yet they work my every nerve

Like j-j-j-mont, but next time she utters

D j t j, the best, do his thing

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

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

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

In case i betray my people and master

Bitch i'm from the motor, motor

J k, im just a joker

It's just my master plan.

Yeah, the kid in this thang