This is a song about "Abuse"

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

I went to court last week for substance abuse

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

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse