This is a song about "Abuse heart break"

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

White streaks on ya face evidence of heart break

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

And for those who choose to abuse

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

He fucks you over i'll do more than break his heart

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

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

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

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth