This is a song about "Word master"

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Inspiration for every word

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Hangin off their every word

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Master at beer pong coming from hong kong

It's funny how pucci made all the snakes gone

That's what rains for

Call me master splinter