This is a song about "Abuse"

I went to school with the white boys

Abuse the state power like bomb deploys

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

I use it but i don’t abuse it

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

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!"

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

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny