This is a song about "Who am i working for"

This the land of the white man

You dont know who i am

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

I thank you for making me who i am starting with every little cell

So all the hustling for nothing man

For how smart i really am

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

I am who i am because of what i've gone through

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I used to turn to churches for help but it wasn't working,

For who i am you aight gonna like me

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

Listen to me, i'm trying. don't judge me for who i am.

Who am i? someone set me free

It ain't hard to make money