This is a song about "Abuse"

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

I put the nigga in his casket

I use it but i don’t abuse it

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Y'all wonder why they cock and shoot, and abuse,

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

We all call him a moose, cant do crap but abuse