This is a song about "Slave trade"

You my master i can be your slave

Slow and steady wins this race

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

On they twitter writing novels, see

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

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

After this ill make you my slave,

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

But a slave to my own street.

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

But i do quite well with all the bait