This is a song about "Abuse"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

Told you camp lo was my favorite

I use it but i don’t abuse it

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

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

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"