This is a song about "Roman slaves"

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Get into pop even nicki, minaj with her roman follower/ not me i wanna be a prodigy/

Knb/k.barksdale- due to wanting to be friends with me so bad,but has a split personality to diss me

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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

From the back seat, back seat

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

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

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves