This is a song about "Forced to work as a slave in the rice fields"

Let's pretend he was never forced to pray for the grace,

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Just an ordinary king, forced to put in the key

As a murk to lurk in the dark by the park

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

We live in a society forced to have protection

Puttin in work, to much work,

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Im lost in this world a masterless slave

Fuck with me you'll be forced to watch as i tore you into squat,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

But a slave to my own street.

This is the concrete