This is a song about "Abuse"

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Abuse the state power like bomb deploys

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

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Back like i never ever left in the first

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

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

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

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

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

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

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news