This is a song about "Abuse"

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Y'all wonder why they cock and shoot, and abuse,

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse