This is a song about "Master of speed flash"

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

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

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

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

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

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

High as hell but still the master of the mic

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Tippin back the hardest liquor with the speed of pullin triggers

You get whip lash from the sounds of my rhymes that i flash.

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

The all loving immaculate master of all,