This is a song about "Slaves revolution"

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

From the back seat, back seat

Make a world revolution

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

I know what it takes

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Where every recipient, property of the state

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,