This is a song about "Abuse"

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse