This is a song about "Horse raddish"

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

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

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

Go to your little horse tell girls they need a saddle

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

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

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

Other cops looking' at me like a dark horse

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Maybe using an untapped source or just beating that dead horse

So ride this dick like a horse turned to unicorn

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm