This is a song about "Puppet master"

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

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

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

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

Fight the master and leave,

No key for release

In case i betray my people and master

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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