This is a song about "Abuse"

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

I went to court last week for substance abuse

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

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

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I use it but i don’t abuse it

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit