This is a song about "Pc master race"

I don't wanna obey the master

Then the stars don't even matter

That damier bag i bought her

Because back then i wasn't a master

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Dastardly master rhyme caster

But shawty know i'm a rapper

Master mind my mental

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Yeah hail mary full of grace

It feels like a big race,

Wolf gang, wolf gang

It's just my master plan.

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

God mc oh my god you gotta see