This is a song about "Horse masks"

On a horse i ride into war

Not one j got a pair or more

Ballin til the buzzer blow

V-neck polo, horse be the logo

Feels like im a horse n my life is the chariot,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Then it just pours

My dick hung like a horse

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Facin' time, in time i'll have nothin' to face like jason masks,

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races

The last from da assholes wearin masks, i also got dead accuracy so if you listen

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run