This is a song about "Abuse"

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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

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

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

Abuse the state power like bomb deploys

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

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

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose