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

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

The club underwater, have em running out the front

The goal is the globe and... the versace robe and

The vertex and the third eye

I be ballin, they wonder why

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

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

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

To dishonor the modern day slavery

Shatter the chin to the shin and

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend