This is a song about "House slaves"

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

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

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

While working on my mistakes

Last of a dying breed

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

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