This is a song about "Beating slaves"

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

Break away we’re still slaves to the game scorching in flames,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Beating chatter, your peak is shattered

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

And i agree that it's nothing compared to treatment of slaves,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Beating the boring and banal

Its somethin like manute bol

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Im beating rappers daily

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,

Got 4 pumps and his heart beating/

The time is now, on everything