This is a song about "Your master my pupil"

She ain't got a man

It's just my master plan.

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Because back then i wasn't a master

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Inability to master complex rhymes, my game is not refined/

To click respond to your master carl

You know...you know who you are

I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

While i had to master my flow and delivery stability

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

So just pass the weed, i smash ‘em g’s, you can call my ass a master p,

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty