This is a song about "Master race"

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

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

Once again, sit back, lets not race

Never can i straight face

Never wrong at any level

Master mind my mental

Dont run now, this is not a race

Give players plenty space

But she took it in his place

My pace makes you start to race

In his body and face

Slow and steady wins the race,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions