This is a song about "The masters"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

For the man of the hour

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Burn and know i'm all over your masters master, but hazardous,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

They link dancers and obey masters like captors

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Cassidys in disses to teach me to eat the masters to pieces

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Now you got me hopped up on that

The dopest on the planet

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

#pitiful rappers attackin the masters, givin me reason to feed my murderous tendencies