This is a song about "Master smack"

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

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

This shit's smack who you kiddin'?

I'm wale, the prescription

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

The door crack, niggas all black

Here my dick go smack smack

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Back onto the track, these punks always would talk smack

Call me master splinter

What is hittin' for

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Chillin' with homies and family

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since