This is a song about "Slave trade"

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

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Im lost in this world a masterless slave

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

See money talk and these days

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight