This is a song about "Rap master"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

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

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

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

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Pour out some liquor

Call me master splinter

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Fight the master and leave,

Niggas who ain't seen beef

I never quit never fell ,i became a rap master,oh ya well last massage to teachers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster