This is a song about "Being a slave"

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

But i'm only a slave to this rap fame, my face scrambled up in a mash,

I believed in a higher being.

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

She say she love me more than anything

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Visualizing being a college graduate,

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

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

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

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

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing