This is a song about "Abuse"

Abuse the state power like bomb deploys

All lying ass defensive ass boys

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

When they hear me rocking the groove

And for those who choose to abuse

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots