This is a song about "Abuse"

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

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Abuse and trafficking

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

We in control, the people know i speak the truth