This is a song about "Abuse"

I use it but i don’t abuse it

Get the zippo and spark the shit

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

'cuz i'm tired of your shit and the mental abuse,

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

I went to court last week for substance abuse

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

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

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Abuse and trafficking

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//