This is a song about "Task master"

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

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Fight the master and leave,

Just know that i'm always

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Because back then i wasn't a master

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

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

You're task is to become a musician,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Askin for the task force to