This is a song about "Bhutan slaves"

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

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

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves