This is a song about "Abuse"

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

All lying ass defensive ass boys

Abuse the state power like bomb deploys

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

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

I use it but i don’t abuse it

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

And for those who choose to abuse

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose