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,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

No one wants to put the work in to compete but,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

You don't work you are a slave my work is jesus's gift to me, baby see

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

We live in a society forced to have protection

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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