This is a song about "Barbados slaves revolting"

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

Me and my peeps often meet

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

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