This is a song about "We the masters"

With only two songs, look at what i did

Everyday we will exceed the expected,

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

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

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

We were raised by just the very the best we had

Looking for a leader cuz your masters shady,

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

Atypical, we thought, we were at the time

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

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups