This is a song about "Abuse"

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

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

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Don't let them hold you back, don't give into abuse