This is a song about "Abuse"

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

'cuz i'm tired of your shit and the mental abuse,

Abuse the state power like bomb deploys

I went to school with the white boys

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

You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

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

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes