This is a song about "Abuse"

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

I went to court last week for substance abuse

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

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

'cuz i'm tired of your shit and the mental abuse,

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

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

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

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

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