This is a song about "Master swor"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Control the mind of yo master

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I don't wanna obey the master

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

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

You my master i can be your slave

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

Because back then i wasn't a master

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

It's just my master plan.