This is a song about "Sexual abuse and ghetto"

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

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

In my basement and abuse a whore, "eat the cake #anna #mae",

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

You'd criticize the ghetto, but the devil would abuse it,

I use it and abuse it, yo this music, it's a movement,

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

To hold on to emotions till it overloads and abuse you

Abuse and trafficking

I do the right thing

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

Teenagers love me and abuse it 'cuz they used to endeavor