This is a song about "Fuckin horses"

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

They fuckin running ,motherfuckers coming

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

You start seeing they long face like horses

The way she walks and causes a fuss

You were my fuckin' hero

And yall niggas the right flow

Hop off the bus

I had a fuckin crush

I just fuckin smile at you

What preceded was the clue

I walk into the fuckin bar

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Ill break your fuckin ankles

Or closed casket for our troubles