This is a song about "A pony"

Its gonna be a a test

Just say he's the best

Here i go again, falling in love

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

Watch closely as i knockoff shit thats phony as a real-life pony

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Golden, just like pony boy i will stay.

So you finally got the nerve

With a ba and a masters

All of a sudden i feel a pang a

I can always depend on my mama

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for