This is a song about "A pony"

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Just a warning not a threat

All of a sudden i feel a pang a

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

If i had the money dog, id probably buy you a pony

Like a bird without a cage

I'm autumn leaves change

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one