This is a song about "White slaves"

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

Now if you give us a chance

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

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

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

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

I need one white coffin

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Especially if you are fucking white.

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed