This is a song about "Abuse"

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

I went to court last week for substance abuse

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

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

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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

Abuse the state power like bomb deploys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"