This is a song about "Treason"

And it rules everything around them

You telling me to “stay off” is basically treason

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

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

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Or seasoned equations at the brink of treason

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Your whole crew gunna claim treason

Can’t you see just how long my run

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

His skills bleeding evil him sweetened by treason

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Terrorist creating treason for no apparent reason