This is a song about "Black slaves"

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Black as black like the blacktop/

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

Girl, you got me in a trance

Who happens to be black

Bring that shit the fuck back

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats