This is a song about "Abuse"

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

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

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

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

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

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

Abuse and trafficking

But i ain't listening

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

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

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

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