This is a song about "Abuse"

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

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

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

And for those who choose to abuse

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

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

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Y'all wonder why they cock and shoot, and abuse,

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//