This is a song about "Barbados slaves revolting"

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

I like my friends imaginary with no names

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

Sometimes i think, what i need

The truth is sick, revolting dude / their deluded lips are gonna spew

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

"you're revolting!" mother said, "when did you last shower?"

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,