This is a song about "Conrad slater"

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

That's too many problems, too late to think over

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I fabricated a slave, who assassinated the brave,

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

Slow and steady wins this race

Modern day slave shit / mistakes but there's no way to erase it

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

Go back to your dresser, i'll examine you, i'm a lyrical professor,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying