This is a song about "Slaves in the old days"

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

In the first days, shy and nervous

Selling coke to the fiends stuck in my raw ways,eyes always red in the days from

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

A tribe called quest in the days of reaganomics,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

A hazy glimpse of what's to come in the ensuing days/

When u saw me crossed in the past days

This is no trial, this a closed case

Fuck off your just gap not a man going in the bed with your old

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait