This is a song about "Master swor"

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I don't wanna obey the master

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger

I kill beats and faggots and you're no rap master

That's a t-rex in a v-neck for the rapture

Dastardly master rhyme caster

Let's face it, i can’t replace

You my master i can be your slave

In case i betray my people and master

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I can't obey them,i can't obey the master

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for