This is a song about "Barbados slaves revolting"

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

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

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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