This is a song about "Black slaves"

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Make the fingers snap

If white was the new black

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

I can't turn back

Top dropped down, black on black

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Mmg and that's my clique

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.