This is a song about "Pussy master"

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I am a master that mastered these passwords

I don't wanna obey the master

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

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

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

You my master i can be your slave

Looking for them better days

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

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