This is a song about "I was abused"

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

I said i was done with the dissing, and i was but something was missing

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

I was convinced that rap was the shit, and i was sold/

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

My heart abused, unexplored territory

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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

When i was young i was told that shit was whack

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Abused, used to two joints to to get through