This is a song about "Task master"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Task force tried to hit us for our dope

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Its happening i had to reach my goals...nigga task complete,

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Blows truth he has a wish to have the task fit

We never tattle, let god handle that

Master mind my mental

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

In case i betray my people and master

See, i like the person that you are

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Fight the master and leave,