This is a song about "Bhutan slaves"

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

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

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

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

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

Trying to give them light and a message

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch