This is a song about "Slavery and the peculiar institution"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Yo just drop the gun and we can get you in to a mental institution/

And since the best died and rest sighed

And if i want to go outside

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

They'll keep me in an institution

You can disown him or stone him

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

The lexus and the platinum watch and ice on the wrists,

They don't know about the meth, and the smack and the dope,

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat