This is a song about "Indentured servitude"

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

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

Face your fate of serving in my servitude

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

We rule the palace indentured servants bring the wine and chalice

Keep talking shit you'll be enslaved,

J. cole runnin' late

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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