This is a song about "Abuse"

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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