This is a song about "A moose"

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

We all call him a moose, cant do crap but abuse

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

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

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

Yup you got a lot a

My all gold rolly or the

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Your a horse without a saddle

Be the ocean, where i unravel

A bunch a singers and sinners

With business hoes an college strippers