This is a song about "Master of rap"

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

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

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

I never quit never fell ,i became a rap master,oh ya well last massage to teachers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

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,

Control the mind of yo master

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I kill beats and faggots and you're no rap master

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger

I'm an innovator fucking hater a master of this game

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I am the personification of rap