This is a song about "Dumpster treatment"

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Was put in a treatment facility feeling guilty like i was stealing lines from you guys,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Back in california i've seen dead bodies end up in the dumpster

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Not only am i here to talk the treatment of blacks,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

There ain't no treatment and your gonna be helpless

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I think everyone remembers the treatment by the upper-class,

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

I just give dad the silent treatment when he says sup

Or some treatment in religion

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

Attention is a must

Flow sick like i needed treatment