This is a song about "Slaves freed"

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

The evil thinkin' proceeded even when they were freed

So when they get freed, we come kill yo ass

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

But now i've been freed i continue to feed,

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

We ain't playing no fucking games