This is a song about "Become"

I'd rather kill myself before seeing what monster what i've become

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

And a god ive become

She begins to decay, to become a slaughter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Its become one of the routines

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Places that were occupied before become vacant

Shit, we don't believe none of them

They'll never become better men