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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

In my old school, with the naughty

There is a light that shines

In the coldest days darkest nights

They say that i never cease to amaze

Cos my mac ten sprays like 'pac then (the old days)

Cookin' in the old pot, turn into the crack rocks,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

When u saw me crossed in the past days

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

To the beats which i've ridden from this brittle prison that i lived in for days