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

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

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

Through slavery and doing years of confinement

The club underwater, have em running out the front

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Obsessive compulsive, peculiar, i'm not able

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

And get caught, in the moment

I see the fire and

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

And since the best died and rest sighed

How you hold in emotion

They'll keep me in an institution