This is a song about "Master peace"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

That damier bag i bought her

Control the mind of yo master

Master at beer pong coming from hong kong

But just when it gets good, she's gone

This should be illegal man

It's just my master plan.

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

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

In case i betray my people and master

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Call me master splinter

I don’t care where ya are