This is a song about "Abuse"

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

// satanic voice: satanic ritual abuse, just let loose,

Its cold as shit in this booth

And for those who choose to abuse

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

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

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

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

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

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

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

I use it but i don’t abuse it

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

We in control, the people know i speak the truth