This is a song about "Abuse"

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

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

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

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

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

Abuse the state power like bomb deploys