This is a song about "Moose"

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

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Prostitute on the corner say she down for that moose shit

Kid, moose, and rapking are my inspirations

Flowerbomb, let me guess your favorite fragrance

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Here i go again, searching for love

Feel nervous, moose versus the circus

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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,