This is a song about "Slave owner"

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship//

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

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

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

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

When you see her scrubbing my floors she looks like a slave to me.

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

But i'm not in the first place

After this ill make you my slave,

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

I'm out here whipping these niggas might as well get my slave on