This is a song about "Slaves freed"

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

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

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Cant the white man, understand, we won, we ve been freed

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

The evil thinkin' proceeded even when they were freed

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Have no souls indeed

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

The evil thinkin' proceeded even when they were freed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet