This is a song about "Treatment"

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

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

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

Emotional and mental abuse/ continuing abusive treatment

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

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,

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

Not only am i here to talk the treatment of blacks,

Or some treatment in religion

Cold world no blanket son

There ain't no treatment and your gonna be helpless

Play hard to get, females get jealous

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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