This is a song about "Abuse"

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

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

I went to court last week for substance abuse

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Don't let them hold you back, don't give into abuse

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots