This is a song about "Abuse"

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

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

And for those who choose to abuse

Its cold as shit in this booth

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Unify them, mob through, take over and

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

// satanic voice: satanic ritual abuse, just let loose,

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy