This is a song about "Slaves freed"

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Enjoyment in things i loved seem to be freed from me

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

The evil thinkin' proceeded even when they were freed

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Stuck in your head like freed lice.

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

Man it’s the killer tracks

I wish my brother was freed, they fill the jails with blacks cause we can't afford the bail,

Hoes snitched to the po-lice, now my nigga's bustedthe cops whoopin on my nigga in jail

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Lying to yourself, all over an image