This is a song about "Abuse"

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

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

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

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

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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