This is a song about "Slave trade"

Yeah hail mary full of grace

After this ill make you my slave,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And now as i sit debating waiting im a slave and intimidating

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

This is my sixth crusade, handing out hand grenades on every single slave trade,

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

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

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers