This is a song about "Viking slave"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I'm a slave to my own rage, no blonde in this world is safe.

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

You my master i can be your slave

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Telling me i'm adequate and i deserve to work like a slave,

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

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Showing you're a slave to want, every time i see you flaunt

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king