This is a song about "Slave work"

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

And i can get em all without lots of effort

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Bossy friend better behave in any weather, pale skin, color of white slave,

You my master i can be your slave

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

After this ill make you my slave,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

But a slave to my own street.

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Im a slave to this beat /who want beef/

Slave to do all the chores / eleven years old and contemplating

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting