This is a song about "Abuse"

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

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

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

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

And for those who choose to abuse

High as shit, i’m in a booth

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Abuse and trafficking

I was born to do the damn thing

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

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