This is a song about "Abuse"

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

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

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

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

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

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

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see