This is a song about "Black slaves stink"

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

What do i really need

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Just searching for the perfect shot

Black as black like the blacktop/

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

But i think they stink like poo

Young, handsome and focused

Feel my wrath, take a bath, you stink.

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

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves