This is a song about "Got kick in the face bye a horse"

My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

I keep my larynx hard, i got to give a nad kick,

My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

The streets with my voice, the horse is a rolls royce,

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Your a fake n a fraud make me wanna kick you str8 in the balls

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

I’ll work my ass off, until i’ve got a face in the game/

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Resorted to the former, got clowned like a pie in the face