This is a song about "Arcade slave"

And now as i sit debating waiting im a slave and intimidating

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

People who were mean to me, my slave, in chains, admitting they were clowns

You my master i can be your slave

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

My whole is about to reshape, feel like im playin games at the local arcade.

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

When you see her scrubbing my floors she looks like a slave to me.

You was just a little smaller but you still roller

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Way too much right here is at stake

A fucking psychedelic arcade