This is a song about "Slave"

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

Slow and steady wins this race

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

We can make more, make babies

This is no trial, this a closed case

After this ill make you my slave,

Let's face it, i can’t replace

You my master i can be your slave

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Showing you're a slave to want, every time i see you flaunt

Bossy friend better behave in any weather, pale skin, color of white slave,

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

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

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats