This is a song about "The masters"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

I bring the heat like the

Coroners comfort your mama

I'm in the the real world

We left em a world that's cursed

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

The realist in the game

Through all the rain and the pain

They link dancers and obey masters like captors

We gotta get back to what really matters

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

I end rappers like chapters i spend masters like bankers

You can produce those masterpieces,im smashing masters and visa's while you acting diva

Don't listen to what others day, you will live another day. there's no stopping a