This is a song about "Treatment"

Was put in a treatment facility feeling guilty like i was stealing lines from you guys,

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

I put in the work, i'm getting the treatment!

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

There ain't no treatment and your gonna be helpless

I just give dad the silent treatment when he says sup

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Me and my microphone could be one

Or some treatment in religion

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Flow sick like i needed treatment