This is a song about "Fuckin horses"

Man that was fuckin bad

I don't want it on my back

I'm gonna fuckin stand again.

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Ill break your fuckin ankles

But most times darling the sequel sucks

When i get to warwick avenue

I just fuckin smile at you

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

Lady at the frank stand will

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

They fuckin running ,motherfuckers coming

Which means she ain't never hear nothing