This is a song about "Slave auction"

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

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

When you see her scrubbing my floors she looks like a slave to me.

I fabricated a slave, who assassinated the brave,

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'll go for a record sale at the auction,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

You don't work you are a slave my work is jesus's gift to me, baby see

Modern day slave shit / mistakes but there's no way to erase it

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

You was just a little smaller but you still roller

I'm out here whipping these niggas might as well get my slave on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don