This is a song about "Soul master"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I don't wanna obey the master

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I am a master that mastered these passwords

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

It's just my master plan.

Still the man with the pan

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

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

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Timmy got his bike stole

Women at my pole

Yeah, let it consume our soul,

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

In case i betray my people and master