This is a song about "Abuse"

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

I went to court last week for substance abuse

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

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

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

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

And for those who choose to abuse

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

And all women who had light features, see

I use it but i don’t abuse it

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

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

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse