This is a song about "Abuse"

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

And for those who choose to abuse

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

I went to court last week for substance abuse

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose