This is a song about "Satan beat master jake shitting"

I was born to do the damn thing

I swear to satan i'm saying

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

No one-half and i hate math

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Now look: the change has come

85. relative of satan,

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

In case i betray my people and master

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Marvelous author in publications of satan

Don't mistake it for satan

Go where you ain't been