This is a song about "Pc master race"

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

Make room for the groom married to his music

Master mind my mental

Never wrong at any level

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

Because back then i wasn't a master

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Once again, sit back, lets not race

But i know i see better days

It takes time, no such thing as the master race,

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

You're on this site with your purchased pc

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

And that i spent the night with her