This is a song about "Master of my craft"

If i don't get the respect for my speech craft

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

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

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

This diabolical craft

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

You my master i can be your slave

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

In case i betray my people and master

Master mind my mental

Never wrong at any level

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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