This is a song about "Obey mexicana"

They link dancers and obey masters like captors

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Only losers obey yolo, ass hole, so go home

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I can't obey them,i can't obey the master

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

I am the king so you know you gotta obey

Am i clear to you?picture me rollin' nigga, legitfree like o.j. all day

All the strain, i lost it and didn't obey our rules, was acting gay

I don't wanna obey the master

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker

And this time im for sure it all about you and i will obey

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

She do everything i say

Now im so good that you might obey.