Seeing as this was probably intended to be a racist comment, I’ll choose to instead turn it into a history lesson.
Slave drivers (on the contrary to common belief) were not white.

"On large plantations, the person who directed the daily work of the slaves was the overseer, usually a white man but occasionally an enslaved black man—a "driver"—promoted to the position by his master. Some plantations had both a white overseer and a black driver, especially in the deep South or on plantations where the master was often absent. Of white overseers, former slaves relate harsh memories (see the narratives in #1: An Enslaved Person’s Life). Of black drivers their memories are more varied, reflecting the ambiguous state between power and impotence inhabited by the black slave driver.”

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All I want is a country boy that will watch Disney movies with me, build pillow forts, tease me when Im grumpy, send me goodmorning texts, ask me about my dreams, encourage my life goals (no matter how ridiculous they are). Someone who will talk about the future with me, wants a few kids, will go to church on sundays, let me host football parties on sunday afternoons. Someone who wants to take care of me and lets me take care of him. I mean I cook up a mean plate of bacon. I want someone who will take me fishing and hunting. I want a guy that loves all my quirks and little habits. Like how I eat pizza crust first, how I make lists for everything or how I cry whenever I bake cause nothing I bake turns out. Im not totally perfect. But sometimes the imperfect things are the most perfect. I just need a best friend who sees that and puts it to the music we all know to be called love.