This is a song about "Slave work"

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

L o u d air i breathe

You don't work you are a slave my work is jesus's gift to me, baby see

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Showing you're a slave to want, every time i see you flaunt

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

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

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute