This is a song about "Master of hearts"

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I got a lot of plans that were in itself master pieces

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Both of their hearts are now shattered,

Undetectable pounding of our hearts beating as one to the core

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Control the mind of yo master

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Just remember were all made up of two different hearts

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

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

I am the master of me, and my past is what shapes me,