This is a song about "Roman slaves"

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

We ain't playing no fucking games

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Trying to give them light and a message

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch