This is a song about "Master rape ass"

In three states you're accused of rape

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

You is not hip then i can not coach her

You're the servant, i'm the master.

Fucking up the game so bad that it's calling rape/

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

So just pass the weed, i smash ‘em g’s, you can call my ass a master p,

Dastardly master rhyme caster

So that don't even matter

It's rape and he's a rapist,

Don't mean to be impatient

Cause i only rap about rape

If i die before i wake

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

And then along came the wrong man for her