This is a song about "Treason"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Guilty beyond reason, i'm a man that insights high levels of treason.

But it was africa the continent we all came from

You got with other guys, i see that as treason/

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

You telling me to “stay off” is basically treason

Snapped our friendship, you filled a treason, that spewed the demon

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Or seasoned equations at the brink of treason

And cause u ain't a heathen life will never treason

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Terrorist creating treason for no apparent reason