This is a song about "Horse lover"

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on too,

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Stay down ass clowns, you must've, thought i was such a lover

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Bcause i will be your one and only, forever to be lover/

// [billie jean is not my lover]

I stop and stare at the younger

Wanna confess to your lover

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

Ain't got love for actor suckers and gay lover

// [billie jean is not my lover]

And there's little to be glad for