This is a song about "Abuse"

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

// satanic voice: satanic ritual abuse, just let loose,

'cuz i'm tired of your shit and the mental abuse,

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

And for those who choose to abuse

A far reach from them rap dudes

You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes