This is a song about "Pc master race"

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Pushing in my mama van

It's just my master plan.

Cuz im the female rapping master

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

It feels like a big race,

Caught in a maze

Call me master splinter

Even if you not a stripper

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

Once as a slave who imagined being free

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

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

See, i like the person that you are