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!"

I went to court last week for substance abuse

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

All lying ass defensive ass boys

Abuse the state power like bomb deploys

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first