This is a song about "Abuse"

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

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

Abuse and trafficking

But i ain't listening

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse