This is a song about "Black slaves stink"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

If we talk your lines, well they stink more than a sewer.

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

Walking around like my shit don't stink

I decided my pride is just why i resist

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Black as black like the blacktop/

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,