This is a song about "Abuse"

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

I went to court last week for substance abuse

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

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

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

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

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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