This is a song about "Slaves"

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

We will never die, we are forever alive

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

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

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

While working on my mistakes

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)