This is a song about "Barbados slaves revolting"

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

I like my friends imaginary with no names

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

One verse is all it takes

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

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans