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

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

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

Don't mistake him for satan

I told him get his 9 and run

In case i betray my people and master

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Cuz im the female rapping master

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

And all that deep shit i was previously down for