This is a song about "Moose knuckles"

Kid, moose, and rapking are my inspirations

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

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

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

So now this work's been worthless

Feel nervous, moose versus the circus

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

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

He digs a blade in his knuckles which makes for deadly punches

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Prostitute on the corner say she down for that moose shit

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

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

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