This is a song about "Master volume"

But i know i see better days

You my master i can be your slave

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Turn the volume up a little bit more

I need a little room

Pop another volume

See i am the master and the commander

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

That i will leave earth with her

Dastardly master rhyme caster

While i'm making history

Master, bubba, and lemon g,