This is a song about "Being a slave"

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

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

Now this is what i call an evening

Or was i just a desolate being

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

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

"you are my slave now, cook me up a fucking meal." (hahaha) *evil laugh*

But a slave to my own street.

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

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

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

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet