This is a song about "Master race"

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Dont run now, this is not a race

It takes time, no such thing as the master race,

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Fight the master and leave,

Got her going down, no teeth

In case i betray my people and master

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Looking for them better days

My pace makes you start to race

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Once again, sit back, lets not race

And i just love your flashy ways