This is a song about "House slaves"

Know i go ham lika brick house/

My garage full of cars that bounce

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

And i agree that it's nothing compared to treatment of slaves,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Grow it in my red house

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Bigger than the white house its the black house attention

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Now if you give us a chance

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Than other people do in their entire house

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds