This is a song about "Treat yo self"

An passable irrational treat, a trend

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Why do you treat them so bad

That moschino shit is so back

Some thing i keep to my self

Wish i could shed all these tears

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I keep my money neat takin ladies out for a treat

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Girl, have some self respect, i treat my bitches good, she be soaking wet

Man, i treat it as a joke

I know you just doing your job

I treat my money like its sacred

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit