This is a song about "Abuse"

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

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

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

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

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

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

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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