This is a song about "Abuse"

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

'cuz i'm tired of your shit and the mental abuse,

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

I use it but i don’t abuse it

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Look it something they can't ever see