This is a song about "Verbal abuse"

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

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Don't let the verbal tommy spray,

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Pay my dues, go to school, pierce the game with verbal knives