This is a song about "Slave trade"

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

Pockets swoll like i just cracked a safe

But a slave to my own street.

Have no souls indeed

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

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

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

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

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

Early adapters agree they all late

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

You my master i can be your slave