This is a song about "Abuse"

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/

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Back like i never ever left in the first

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

And for those who choose to abuse

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//