This is a song about "Slaves"

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

They vaguely decipher my language

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

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