This is a song about "Rap master"

I don't wanna obey the master

You know...you know who you are

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

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Master mind my mental

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

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

How the fuck a deal matter

It's just my master plan.

Still the man with the pan

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Verse 2: rap is like a skill, you have to practice to master.