This is a song about "Codeine abuse"

I went to court last week for substance abuse

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice