This is a song about "Pc master race"

You're on this site with your purchased pc

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Made me loose faith on human race.

This is no trial, this a closed case

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

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Once again, sit back, lets not race

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

You're the servant, i'm the master.

Said when i do dirt wit her

Dastardly master rhyme caster

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