This is a song about "Abuse"

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

And for those who choose to abuse

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

I went to court last week for substance abuse

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

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

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse