This is a song about "Abuse bars"

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Malia family, we the family

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

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

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

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

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