This is a song about "Abuse"

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

But she was talking about my pendant

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

I use it but i don’t abuse it

I had to fight back and shit

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

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

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

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first