This is a song about "Barbados slaves revolting"

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

I like my girls skinny with brains

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates