This is a song about "Abuse"

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

Being broke and it's a diddy ass world

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

And for those who choose to abuse

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth