This is a song about "Moose"

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

Feel nervous, moose versus the circus

Thought this was forever love

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Kid, moose, and rapking are my inspirations

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

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

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

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

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