This is a song about "Abuse"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Abuse the state power like bomb deploys

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

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

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

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

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