This is a song about "Abuse"

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

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

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

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

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

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

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth