This is a song about "Master volume"

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Rappers’ volume dropping, appalled by this naw name

I got something you've been waiting for

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

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

Make room for the groom married to his music

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

Dastardly master rhyme caster

It's just my master plan.

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

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