This is a song about "Nobody has owned us"

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

That we're still owned by the white man

Nobody has brains to believe, it's almost like a curse

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

I'm just trying to focus

It's what the bud has shone us,

I ain't trying to be ignorant

This industry has us all in a slump

I live my life in tha fast lane

Owned rap made it my do-main,

Me and my peeps often meet

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

Feeling everyone has neglected you or nobody wants your attention even at the bar

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep