This is a song about "Love after abuse"

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

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

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

I went to court last week for substance abuse

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

Abuse and trafficking

Bun b, i’m underground king