This is a song about "Abuse"

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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