This is a song about "Slave house"

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

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

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Grow it in my red house

My garage full of cars that bounce

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

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Foundation till i built my house