This is a song about "Sexual abuse"

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

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

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

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Wippin out rhymes so sexual bitches yell shit ive been flashed,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Like casper/ i'm a ghost that can take a sexual apprehension/

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse