This is a song about "Horse aids"

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Your rhymes will receive less attention then and aids patient

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

On a horse i ride into war

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I'm itchin from kitchen aids aka hot as fiction maids

Screaming my voice hoarse,race at the derby yah im the best horse,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Beat illmatic? fine, pace on tracks like a racing horse,

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

So maybe like aids, y’all ain’t up on the right page,

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Im still sick enough aids dont wanna catch me