This is a song about "Task master"

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

Anticipating the future is an impossible task,

When you talkin illest rapper

I don't wanna obey the master

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

Never wrong at any level

Master mind my mental

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Say bye bye to her

Call me master splinter