This is a song about "Slave"

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

And now as i sit debating waiting im a slave and intimidating

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

People who were mean to me, my slave, in chains, admitting they were clowns

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Baby, you got that super bass

You my master i can be your slave

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

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford