This is a song about "Abuse of balloons"

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

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

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

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

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

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

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

I went to court last week for substance abuse

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

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

You'd criticize the ghetto, but the devil would abuse it,