This is a song about "Arabian horses"

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

In your case that'd be like four horses.

Rub the wood and ima show em love

You start seeing they long face like horses

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I'm in the mood to battle, so, saddle your horses!

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes