This is a song about "Master me"

We can make more, make babies

Fight the master and leave,

Because back then i wasn't a master

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Comin' after me and then you fall into a master plan

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

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

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

So until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

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

I don't wanna obey the master

Or something that you paid for