This is a song about "Become"

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

I become psychotic without you, i become insane,

She begins to decay, to become a slaughter

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

You become so obsolete when i

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

And a god ive become

He’s tha only one

Its become one of the routines

Five shots she ready to leave

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

I've become a sinister

Know it good when she go no hands

Would dreams actually become facts?

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

No one believes what i really have become