This is a song about "Abuse"

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

I work hard for everything i get

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

I use it but i don’t abuse it

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

And for those who choose to abuse

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment