This is a song about "Slaves"

They vaguely decipher my language

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats