This is a song about "Spousal abuse"

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

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

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

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

And for those who choose to abuse

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

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