This is a song about "Slaves master whip"

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I don't wanna obey the master

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Control the mind of yo master

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

In case i betray my people and master

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

We getting money, you can face the facts

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

And today we're still in chains

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)