This is a song about "Barbados slaves revolting"

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

They vaguely decipher my language

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

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

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

I said i got my ass beat

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

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

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

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

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you