This is a song about "Slave house"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Than other people do in their entire house

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

After this ill make you my slave,

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Just hustling you understand

600 benz, house six hundred grand

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

You my master i can be your slave

But i know i see better days

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

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

And rise up and rebel against these forces like slave attacks,