This is a song about "Abuse"

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

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

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

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

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

I use it but i don’t abuse it

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

Now concentrate until you get the juice