This is a song about "Abuse of balloons"

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

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

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

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

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

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

Physical , emotional and mental abuse/ combination of those

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Y'all wonder why they cock and shoot, and abuse,

When they hear me rocking the groove

And for those who choose to abuse