This is a song about "Abuse"

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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

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

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

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

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news