This is a song about "Rap slave"

I fabricated a slave, who assassinated the brave,

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

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

Slave to do all the chores / eleven years old and contemplating

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

But i'm only a slave to this rap fame, my face scrambled up in a mash,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Telling me i'm adequate and i deserve to work like a slave,

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Im lost in this world a masterless slave

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