This is a song about "Master of hearts"

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//

Feels like my hearts been ripped out of my chest and flushed down the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dashon my ass was the motherfuckin cops now

Ever after evil laughter im the master still full of anger smart enough not to bow

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

High as hell but still the master of the mic

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

New world order and i'm the master of psychological disorders,

I poison hearts and minds of those temptation slowly creeps into

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through