This is a song about "Abuse"

I got them saying who dat, who dat? cole world

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

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

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

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

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

I use it but i don’t abuse it

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

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