This is a song about "Barbados slaves revolting"

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

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

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

But i'm not worried

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

She do it with no hands