This is a song about "Master p"

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Master mind my mental

Lady at the frank stand will

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

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

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

And then along came the wrong man for her

I don't wanna obey the master