This is a song about "Master ninja"

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Im laid back like a retired ninja

Took the van, went snatch her

Call me master splinter

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

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

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits