This is a song about "Prestige master"

I am a master that mastered these passwords

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Because back then i wasn't a master

Of impactful things one can ask for

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Call me master splinter

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

Control the mind of yo master

I call her, no answer

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions