This is a song about "Slave trade"

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

Telling me i'm adequate and i deserve to work like a slave,

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

I fabricated a slave, who assassinated the brave,

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats