This is a song about "Abuse"

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

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

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Abuse and trafficking

Listen, these niggas is tripping

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

Ummnow i dun been around the world

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

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

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

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

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment