This is a song about "Arabian horses"

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

You start seeing they long face like horses

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

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

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

She need now, she ain't never needed love

In your case that'd be like four horses.

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz