This is a song about "Fuckin horses"

Man but this ain't no sign language

Fuckin myopic bitch

They fuckin overproduce

I still got my nike boots

Bet i get like 8 of them

I'm gonna fuckin stand again.

Go for mine, that ball shit, pour ciroc 'til i'm nauseous

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

Running with no fuckin shoe

Vsu don't regret you

Tim fuckin duncan, posting up

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

Never wrong at any level

From intense fuckin bleeding

Bun b, i’m underground king