This is a song about "Stop abuse"

And for those who choose to abuse

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

I went to court last week for substance abuse

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

// satanic voice: satanic ritual abuse, just let loose,

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

I used the pain as an excuse, for what wasnt coveted, for the mental abuse

Abuse ur friendship untill there is no friendship

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose