This is a song about "Puppet master"

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I am just a man

It's just my master plan.

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

And plus he's just a wall street banker puppet with clever shit,

Master mind my mental

I'm mental, it's instrumental

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

In sesame street am just a puppet here at the best