This is a song about "Abuse"

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Now concentrate until you get the juice

And for those who choose to abuse

We all call him a moose, cant do crap but abuse

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