This is a song about "Black slaves"

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

For the occasion, paper planes

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

My president is black

I promise i'mma call you back

They vaguely decipher my language

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

To their backs and attract the black on black

Twista finna get up on the track

The villian’s back and venom black

Quick flipping up sexy back

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

And i agree that it's nothing compared to treatment of slaves,