This is a song about "Abuse"

I put the nigga in his casket

I use it but i don’t abuse it

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Abuse and trafficking

But he don't rule a thing

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

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

I went to court last week for substance abuse

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