This is a song about "Master of my craft"

As i seenobody cares about my history

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

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

Master of hearts, history's most diabolical innovator

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

This diabolical craft

Then i bet he be cracked

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

My master plan opens a door unopened/

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Inability to master complex rhymes, my game is not refined/