This is a song about "Substance abuser"

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

I have to take a substance to get that therapeutic help.

Inhale a substance and watch that smoke unfold.

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

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

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Rap is music with real substance b

Slap the shit out of the abuser and let him know his a punk ass looser

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

I went to court last week for substance abuse

But your rhymes have less substance than rehab clinics.

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits