This is a song about "Horse eating nest"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

At first i thought i was a knight on a stallion horse

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Other cops looking' at me like a dark horse

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Until you harness the skill of getting out of harm's nest

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on too,

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

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

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

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

Pretty and i'm honest, in a pretty little ho's nest/

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast