This is a song about "Master volume"

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

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

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

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Cuz im the female rapping master

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

That i will leave earth with her

Because back then i wasn't a master

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

In case i betray my people and master

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

But shawty know i'm a rapper

I don't wanna obey the master

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Master, bubba, and lemon g,