This is a song about "Master plan"

Like fuck it man

The game plan, the game plan

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

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

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Seekin top thats the plan.

Hoppin' out a van

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

In case i betray my people and master

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Wolf gang, wolf gang

Both: this the perfect plan

Just to let you know, you are

Because back then i wasn't a master