This is a song about "You are my slave"

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

People who were mean to me, my slave, in chains, admitting they were clowns

But i'm only a slave to this rap fame, my face scrambled up in a mash,

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

This is my sixth crusade, handing out hand grenades on every single slave trade,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

You are my alchemist, female professor croll

This is no trial, this a closed case

After this ill make you my slave,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

You see my lyrics are far superior

You are inferior to my material.

To make karma come faster than she normally will