This is a song about "Ur a slave"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Devastating a grave digger your just a slave kicker a fake figure,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

So ur getting hunt down like a cougar,

You don't work you are a slave my work is jesus's gift to me, baby see

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

"you are my slave now, cook me up a fucking meal." (hahaha) *evil laugh*

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

He got owned like a slave it'll happen to you if you misbehave

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

So type ur best n i'll fry ur set take a minute n hour

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Regards its a paradox,displacin ur mental,

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general