This is a song about "Abuse"

Abuse and trafficking

But he don't rule a thing

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

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

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

I went to court last week for substance abuse

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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