This is a song about "Abuse"

I went to court last week for substance abuse

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

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

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

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

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

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

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

I use it but i don’t abuse it