This is a song about "Abuse"

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

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

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

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

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth