This is a song about "Black slaves stink"

But i think they stink like poo

Would have came back for you

Walking around like my shit don't stink

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

They vaguely decipher my language

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch