This is a song about "Slaves"

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

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

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

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

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

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

With some bartles and james

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,