This is a song about "Abuse"

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

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

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

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

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I use it but i don’t abuse it

With these macs i've got a bad habit

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose