This is a song about "We the masters"

Got racks you don’t understand

That we can't forget the past.

We went off the deep end, we went absolutely crazy,

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

Looking for a leader cuz your masters shady,

I've been confused, out of my mind lately

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

When we break down the doe

Maybe we just need to slow

With a ba and a masters

So you finally got the nerve

Your classroom testing! right there in the cafeteria eating! right there in the

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

We were oblivious to think that we had all the luck.

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug