This is a song about "Abuse"

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

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

And for those who choose to abuse

My time with their half-witted reviews

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

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

I went to court last week for substance abuse

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

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

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

We all call him a moose, cant do crap but abuse