This is a song about "Roman slaves"

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

I spit rapid fire like a roman candle stick

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

I keep my money neat

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.