This is a song about "Barbados slaves revolting"

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

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

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

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

And today we're still in chains

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Trying to give them light and a message

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,