This is a song about "Pussy master"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I don't wanna obey the master

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Master mind my mental

As i light one for ill will

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Go get the money out the safe

You my master i can be your slave

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Something worth dying for

Call me master splinter