This is a song about "Abuse of balloons"

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Or you choose i dont give a fuck what you abuse

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Abuse and trafficking

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose