This is a song about "Abuse"

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

I went to court last week for substance abuse

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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

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

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots