This is a song about "The master"

You're the servant, i'm the master.

So that don't even matter

New world order and i'm the master of psychological disorders,

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Dads gone so techinaclly im a basterd,my own man though im now the master,

It's part of their master plan to brainwash half the land,

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

If you go a lil quick i spit a lil faster, im the rap master,

Master of the quotables so please dont get emotional

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Grand master of arson but not the only thing in my arsenal,