This is a song about "Abe lincoln and slaves"

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

And i agree that it's nothing compared to treatment of slaves,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

And inhospitable,

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Party with bitches that throw parties too much