This is a song about "Abuse"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

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

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse