This is a song about "Abuse"

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

I use it but i don’t abuse it

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

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

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse