This is a song about "Mr moosey moose"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

Prostitute on the corner say she down for that moose shit

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

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

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

Shouts to mr rizzo

And she gives them a blow

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Feel nervous, moose versus the circus

So keep fronting till my peeps come

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Pushing in my mama van

Mr mathers is the man