This is a song about "Arcade slave"

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

You my master i can be your slave

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship//

Showing you're a slave to want, every time i see you flaunt

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

Slave to do all the chores / eleven years old and contemplating

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

Driving my car to a foreign place

Yeah hail mary full of grace

After this ill make you my slave,