This is a song about "Moose raft"

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

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

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

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

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

Prostitute on the corner say she down for that moose shit

Look in the scope, my people still a target

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,

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

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

Feel nervous, moose versus the circus

Or know them testament verses