This is a song about "Horse boots"

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

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

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Couldn't buy her louboutin, the boots leave bruises on her calf

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

His mother's always worried, thinks that he's knocking boots,

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

She all that i can handle

Your a horse without a saddle

This is to my unborn child

The horse lied, i've got an odd mind

He's knocking boots, never coulda dreamed they would prosecute,

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused