This is a song about "You are my slave"

You my master i can be your slave

But i know i see better days

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

When you see her scrubbing my floors she looks like a slave to me.

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

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

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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

At best you are average, my scripts are straight damaging,

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship//

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

You are just a pain in my ass

Baby got that super bass