This is a song about "Fuckin horses"

You fuckin dictators

Talking of the gods you serve

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

They fuckin overproduce

Of life and sick and freezing and you just wanna fuckin'...just wanna fuckin'

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

I walk into the fuckin bar

Acting like you real or something

They fuckin running ,motherfuckers coming

Hoes row got beans in them

I'm gonna fuckin stand again.

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

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