This is a song about "Slaves"

Know it good when she go no hands

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And i agree that it's nothing compared to treatment of slaves,

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates