This is a song about "Sabrina carpenter"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I can't obey them,i can't obey the master

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

In case i betray my people and master

Hoppin' out a van

It's just my master plan.

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

Cuz im the female rapping master

Yeah, they call me country grammar

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Mama made her pretty

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Master at beer pong coming from hong kong

Everyday a star is born