This is a song about "Black slaves"

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

To their backs and attract the black on black

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

We kung-fu that jack black/

This is why her nigga mad

But i still rap like a black

I'm about to snap

That moschino shit is so back

Top dropped down, black on black

And i could see you coming home after work late

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,