This is a song about "Slave monkey shit"

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

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

But a slave to my own street.

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Bossy friend better behave in any weather, pale skin, color of white slave,

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

After this ill make you my slave,

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

But you never come when you period is five days

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave