This is a song about "Peace 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,

You not gone find your peace

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

Where my idol lays resting in peace

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Or this beat rest in peace

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

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

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

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

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

We can reach the whole world peace

Got tired of running from the police

If you come to me in peace

I'm everything that they call nice