This is a song about "Abuse"

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

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

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

// satanic voice: satanic ritual abuse, just let loose,