This is a song about "Treatment"

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

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

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

There ain't no treatment and your gonna be helpless

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

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

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

I'm not talking bout treatment of the royalty,

Look it something they can't ever see

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Emotional and mental abuse/ continuing abusive treatment

Or some treatment in religion

I wonder why we take from our women