This is a song about "Abuse"

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

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

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

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

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

Abuse the state power like bomb deploys

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

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