This is a song about "Abuse"

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

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

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Y'all wonder why they cock and shoot, and abuse,

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

And for those who choose to abuse

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

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

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

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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