This is a song about "Sexual abuse"

She really going to her "sexual dealings".

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Don't let them hold you back, don't give into abuse

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

And for those who choose to abuse

Its cold as shit in this booth

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

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

Ideas sexual but the rules not flexible,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

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

You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"

Abuse and trafficking

Don't want to be the king

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Wippin out rhymes so sexual bitches yell shit ive been flashed,