This is a song about "Abuse"

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

A far reach from them rap dudes

And for those who choose to abuse

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

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

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Malia family, we the family

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,