This is a song about "Black slaves stink"

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

I like my girls skinny with brains

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

Feel my wrath, take a bath, you stink.

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Break away we’re still slaves to the game scorching in flames,