This is a song about "Abuse"

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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

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

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

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

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

My mistress misuse, i abuse her positive attributes/

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