This is a song about "New slaves"

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Raised by a momma who, who

Bullied in school, noting new,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

New recipes and a few new fucking dominions.

New passions, enemies new fashion

Catch you up on places i've been

High: that's why they call us planes

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

Can't nothing come between me and you

I want to make the world new