This is a song about "Barbados slaves revolting"

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

They vaguely decipher my language

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

I like my friends imaginary with no names

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