This is a song about "Prestige master"

Does getting this prestige disease mean even you have lost touch?

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

And i just love your flashy ways

You my master i can be your slave

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

I don't wanna obey the master

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

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

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

See i am the master and the commander