This is a song about "Domestic abuse"

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

And for those who choose to abuse

When they hear me rocking the groove

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

I went to court last week for substance abuse

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news