This is a song about "Barbados slaves revolting"

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

It’s something that’s in your veins

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch