This is a song about "Abuse"

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

This ain't easy, im thinking

Abuse and trafficking

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

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

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Once as a slave who imagined being free