This is a song about "Barbados slaves revolting"

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

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

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

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

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights