This is a song about "Abuse"

Now concentrate until you get the juice

And for those who choose to abuse

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

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

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

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

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

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

I'm a new soul, i came to this strange world