This is a song about "Sexual abuse and ghetto"

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Physical , emotional and mental abuse/ combination of those

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Know that they're corrupt, brought crack and liquor to the ghetto,

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

As prolific and as active as can be, fiend, abuse it,

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

And for those who choose to abuse

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

To hold on to emotions till it overloads and abuse you

He uses it, the music, and stupid, he'll just abuse it,

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit