This is a song about "Horse aids"

Your a horse without a saddle

She all that i can handle

Im still sick enough aids dont wanna catch me

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Other cops looking' at me like a dark horse

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

For better or worse, i'm on a horse, in town, blessing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

'cause i'm comin' at you like a dark horse

I put these poems all in these songs

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Your rhymes will receive less attention then and aids patient

Where dark niggas with dark thoughts and long braids

Remember these are the people who started aids

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts