This is a song about "Being abused"

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

Containing the monster locked within chained and caged used and abused

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

I’m being sarcastic,

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

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

I know some rn's that still strip

Fuck being counterfeit

But he don't rule a thing

For going on being

I believed in a higher being.

I was born to do the damn thing

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

I bled all over the fucking place worse than an abused whore