This is a song about "Slave labor"

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

Women hate me cuz i tend to crank labor

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

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

But you never come when you period is five days

Im lost in this world a masterless slave

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Devastating a grave digger your just a slave kicker a fake figure,

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

After this ill make you my slave,

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

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