This is a song about "Abuse of power"

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Of all kind mingling all the twelve disciples are descending the power of the holy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

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

And for those who choose to abuse

Yeah, look here i pay dues

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real

What kind of power you have over me get over here

I used to abuse it but now ive learned from all of my flaws

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Abuse and trafficking

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring