This is a song about "Slaves"

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

Me and my peeps often meet

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

We will never die, we are forever alive

From an african american stance

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch