This is a song about "Abuse"

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

Abuse different verses to keep lips pursed

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

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

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

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

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

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

I use it but i don’t abuse it

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

And for those who choose to abuse

Now concentrate until you get the juice

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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