This is a song about "Task master"

Well goddamn, now i be the man

It's just my master plan.

In case i betray my people and master

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

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

I'm on task, but rappers be dropping x like they're malcolm,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Askin for the task force to

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Blows truth he has a wish to have the task fit

Because back then i wasn't a master

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Stepping out the spaceship with a mutha fucking task force

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers