This is a song about "Black slaves stink"

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

These rappers stink i make em bloodied body but then karma came

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch