This is a song about "Bhutan slaves"

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

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

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

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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