This is a song about "Abuse"

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

And for those who choose to abuse

Niggas die over shoes

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

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

See i let my nigga split that

I use it but i don’t abuse it

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust