This is a song about "Puppet master"

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Master at beer pong coming from hong kong

I don't wanna obey the master

You told me god was the answer

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

I'm gettin discouraged with her

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Master, bubba, and lemon g,