This is a song about "Abuse"

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

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

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

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

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

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

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

This pain she inherit can't be reversed