This is a song about "Pc master race"

And i just want to hold her

I don't wanna obey the master

Because back then i wasn't a master

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Dastardly master rhyme caster

Once again, sit back, lets not race

Thinking of bliss and the good days

In case i betray my people and master

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three