This is a song about "Domestic abuse"

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

And for those who choose to abuse

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

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

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

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

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

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

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

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

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