This is a song about "Treatment"

There ain't no treatment and your gonna be helpless

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

I just give dad the silent treatment when he says sup

I'm not talking bout treatment of the royalty,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she