This is a song about "Master of the force"

Cuz im the female rapping master

When you talkin illest rapper

Its a force of habit,

So get up off that slave ship

New world order and i'm the master of psychological disorders,

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

It's part of their master plan to brainwash half the land,

But when i spit its atomic, like feeling the force of a comet.

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

But when i spit its atomic, like feeling the force of a comet.