This is a song about "Slave monkey shit"

Slave to do all the chores / eleven years old and contemplating

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

I fabricated a slave, who assassinated the brave,

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

But a slave to my own street.

The revolution will proceed

To have a dog like me, on your back like that monkey,

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner