This is a song about "Your name is op master"

Catch feelings of a pussy, thats rarely homey

Every battle you get smoked, that's why your name is smokey

Let's face it, i can’t replace

You my master i can be your slave

I don't care how your fuken name is written or even how it's spelling.

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

You claim your name is blazin, you'll be cold after i murder you.

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

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind