This is a song about "Barbados slaves revolting"

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

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

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

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

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

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes