This is a song about "Arcade slave"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Devastating a grave digger your just a slave kicker a fake figure,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

A fucking psychedelic arcade

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

And rise up and rebel against these forces like slave attacks,

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

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

Driving my car to a foreign place

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave