This is a song about "Sad drug abuse"

Because there ain't no coming back from that

But actually i am sad

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

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

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

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

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

Her love is like a drug

That i'm better than any kinda drug

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck