This is a song about "Young moose"

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Kobe bryant married that young chick

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

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

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

That's that young sir rapper

I pipe in and one night her

Shit i'm lying too! told that bitch i love her for her mind

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Young rascal flatts - young ass kid ass could rap

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

And peace to this young warrior,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her