This is a song about "Being a slave"

But thats the life of a human being

Straight g thing, double m g thing

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Niggas in the street scared

A childhood being suppressed,

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

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

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Bring that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting

Or was i just a desolate being

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

Beat you like a slave old time's but i'm wise and i also rhyme i won't