This is a song about "Abused"

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Wouldn'ta fathomed this, originally abused his day to pray in corduroy gloves

If i had to choose, to win or loose, lets just say you would be abused.

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Cause i was the one abused man i was the victim

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

I spent my whole life getting hurt and abused

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Containing the monster locked within chained and caged used and abused

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently