This is a song about "Master strike"

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

As she goes through the levels

Dastardly master rhyme caster

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Yeah, they call me country grammar

I don't wanna obey the master

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

Your bitch just ain't full of you, she just might be a dyke

But we having sex tonight

I'll fuck you after i strike

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

December 4th a star was born

Calm down before i strike i warn