This is a song about "Abuse"

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Must be something you want me to see

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//