This is a song about "Abuse"

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Abuse and trafficking

This ain't easy, im thinking

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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