This is a song about "Abuse"

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

I'm a new soul, i came to this strange world

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

And for those who choose to abuse

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth