This is a song about "Black slaves"

That moschino shit is so back

But i still rap like a black

I don't want it on my back

While i freakin' spit black

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Top dropped down, black on black

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap