This is a song about "Enslaved"

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Out of the womb we're born free but enslaved into chains and used like puppets

I won't be enslaved by my past and the fact i was played

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Keep talking shit you'll be enslaved,

And i feared that my fans say i failed

The flag that enslaved 'em, now they pledge allegiance,

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns