This is a song about "Horse semen"

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

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

From the womb, my newborn child

The horse lied, i've got an odd mind

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

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Other cops looking' at me like a dark horse

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

And im just hoping creativity is swimming in my semen

Your a horse without a saddle

Be the ocean, where i unravel

'cause i'm comin' at you like a dark horse

They calling me often to offer me walls

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her