This is a song about "Abuse"

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

And for those who choose to abuse

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Don't let them hold you back, don't give into abuse

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse