This is a song about "Abuse"

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

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

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

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

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Don't let them hold you back, don't give into abuse

Now concentrate until you get the juice

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

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

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots