This is a song about "Abuse"

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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

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

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

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

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug 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