This is a song about "Black slave"

After this ill make you my slave,

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

Black as black like the blacktop/

Only real niggas stay on top

And i got them gold bottles, first place

You my master i can be your slave

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

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt