This is a song about "Abuse"

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

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

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

I use it but i don’t abuse it

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

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