This is a song about "Modern day slavery"

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Needlin' through his day to day

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Been itching to kill cause of slavery

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Through slavery and doing years of confinement

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Gangstas dying from day to day

She will never get by, no how no way

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

See i'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day shakespeare

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare