This is a song about "Word master"

In case i betray my people and master

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

It's just my master plan.

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Because back then i wasn't a master

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

And i mean 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

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for