This is a song about "Mind slave"

After this ill make you my slave,

Yeah hail mary full of grace

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I fabricated a slave, who assassinated the brave,

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

But a slave to my own street.

Sometimes i think, what i need

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

People who were mean to me, my slave, in chains, admitting they were clowns

Beat you like a slave old time's but i'm wise and i also rhyme i won't

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster