This is a song about "Abuse of balloons"

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I used to abuse it but now ive learned from all of my flaws

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

But there's no truce of abuse cause it's not contextual,

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

Self abuse is a taboo that no one wants to talk about