This is a song about "Bhutan slaves"

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

From an african american stance

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

One verse is all it takes