This is a song about "Pokemon master"

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

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

I thought i recognized her

Because back then i wasn't a master

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

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

Call me master splinter

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

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

All on the furniture with no regards

Baby, you know who you are

To click respond to your master carl