This is a song about "Your master my pupil"

It'll last for all these crazy days

You my master i can be your slave

In the arm and pay homage, pupil

Lady at the frank stand will

Dads gone so techinaclly im a basterd,my own man though im now the master,

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

I don't wanna obey the master

You told me god was the answer

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker

In case i betray my people and master

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Because back then i wasn't a master

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

While i had to master my flow and delivery stability

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

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