This is a song about "Task master"

You're facing a task greater, he's chasing your ass

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

In case i betray my people and master

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

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Master mind my mental

Fight the master and leave,

Lights please, lights please

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

I could accomplish any task, practicing trash talking in a trance

Enough of that we'll save that for another task.

I understand i'm back by popular demand

Dastardly master rhyme caster

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her