This is a song about "Moose knuckles"

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

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

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Kid, moose, and rapking are my inspirations

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Feel nervous, moose versus the circus

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

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

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

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

I'll beat you with my bare knuckles and not even struggle.

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Prostitute on the corner say she down for that moose shit

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild