This is a song about "Abuse of balloons"

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

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

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

He uses it, the music, and stupid, he'll just abuse it,

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

'cuz i'm tired of your shit and the mental abuse,

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

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

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

And for those who choose to abuse

High as shit, i’m in a booth