This is a song about "Abuse of balloons"

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

I went to court last week for substance abuse

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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