This is a song about "Dumpster treatment"

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

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

You guys are making the innocent live in a dumpster fire

From all you cheap frequent feasting sequenced in need of treatment,

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Emotional and mental abuse/ continuing abusive treatment

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

I just give dad the silent treatment when he says sup

Attention is a must

Flow sick like i needed treatment