This is a song about "Beating slaves"

Im beating rappers daily

And niggas flashing crazy

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Altering their skin till they heart stop beating

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Cheating, up beating, did he? yup.

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

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

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

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

They vaguely decipher my language