This is a song about "Bhutan slaves"

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

I’m way harder than the concrete

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Trying to give them light and a message

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,