This is a song about "Oklahoma slaves"

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

And no longing for dates

Striking down in oklahoma at 2:56, the thoughts make me sick

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

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

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