This is a song about "The masters"

The bigger the the fun

Yeah bitch this date's done

Know you want me to fall

From the bench to the ball

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

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Ay yo you wonder who i are

For the man of the hour

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I end rappers like chapters i spend masters like bankers

They link dancers and obey masters like captors

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina