This is a song about "Hella moose"

I just wanna be higher than that

Im hella faded, comin from the shaded,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Feel hella awkward, when they auction of coffins.

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Make these females hella bent.

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Prostitute on the corner say she down for that moose shit

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

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

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

And my nintendo, damn, that shit is actually hella weird

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend