This is a song about "Slaves"

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

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

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage