This is a song about "Puppet master"

See i am the master and the commander

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

They are an illuminati puppet, being pulled on their strings,

I turned into something they never became

I'll run you like a puppet, now put your head down in shame

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

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

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

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

My rights are protected, let's see who the fat puppet next is

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this