This is a song about "Abuse"

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

And for those who choose to abuse

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes