This is a song about "Abuse"

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

// satanic voice: satanic ritual abuse, just let loose,

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

And for those who choose to abuse

High as shit, i’m in a booth

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

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

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

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse