This is a song about "Abuse of balloons"

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

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Must be something you want me to see

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

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

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

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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

Don't let them hold you back, don't give into abuse