This is a song about "Black slave"

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Bossy friend better behave in any weather, pale skin, color of white slave,

Slave to do all the chores / eleven years old and contemplating

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

And rise up and rebel against these forces like slave attacks,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I fabricated a slave, who assassinated the brave,

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

I'm a slave to my own rage, no blonde in this world is safe.

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Im lost in this world a masterless slave

Driving my car to a foreign place