This is a song about "Abuse"

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

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

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose