This is a song about "Slaves revolution"

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Visions, dreams of passion

Or for a revolution

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,