This is a song about "Horse semen"

The horse lied, i've got an odd mind

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

And im just hoping creativity is swimming in my semen

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Go into your room and find semen all over the place

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

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

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

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are