This is a song about "Black slaves"

High: that's why they call us planes

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Yo, i'll bet she be back

But i still rap like a black

To their backs and attract the black on black

And daddy's in the cadillac

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

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

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