This is a song about "Prestige master"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

See i am the master and the commander

Fight the master and leave,

And all my childhood memories

Not a rapper, i’m a raptor

Control the mind of yo master

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

This is no trial, this a closed case

You my master i can be your slave

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues