This is a song about "Slave trade"

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Lookin' for these better days

After this ill make you my slave,

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

Devastating a grave digger your just a slave kicker a fake figure,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship//