This is a song about "Oklahoma slaves"

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

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

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

They vaguely decipher my language

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet