This is a song about "Abuse"

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

Abuse and trafficking

Bun b, i’m underground king

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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

Abuse the state power like bomb deploys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

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

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

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

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