This is a song about "Abuse"

Money ain't a thing

Abuse and trafficking

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

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

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

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip