This is a song about "Colonial rhode island slaves"

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

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

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.