This is a song about "Sushi master"

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

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

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Master at beer pong coming from hong kong

The crew thats as raw a sushi

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Call me master splinter

Pour out some liquor

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Because back then i wasn't a master

Not even my favorite rapper