This is a song about "Abuse"

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

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

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

Abuse and trafficking

In my drawsring, ring, ring

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

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

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