This is a song about "Pokemon master"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I kill beats and faggots and you're no rap master

I don't wanna obey the master

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

You is not hip then i can not coach her

See i am the master and the commander

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

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

Master of hearts, history's most diabolical innovator

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

And i just want to hold her

Call me master splinter