This is a song about "Relationship abuse"

I went to court last week for substance abuse

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Why should i continue with this relationship

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Kind of practical that this relationship

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

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

Aint about that committed relationship, no ring

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

// satanic voice: satanic ritual abuse, just let loose,

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

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues