This is a song about "Slave owner"

Two chains, two guns, he bipolar

I run the game you can't stop the owner,

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

After this ill make you my slave,

It's like i'm owner of

Cause this nigga done got jealous

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

You my master i can be your slave

But i know i see better days