This is a song about "Abe lincoln and slaves"

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

Social conditioning and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

I like my girls skinny with brains

Break away we’re still slaves to the game scorching in flames,

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains