This is a song about "Slave trade"

You my master i can be your slave

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

I wouldn't trade you for the world, you're all that i need.

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Bitch i'm all you need

But a slave to my own street.

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade