This is a song about "Horse shit"

She all that i can handle

Your a horse without a saddle

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,

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

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

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

There scared of us were half man half horse like sagittarius parkside productions

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

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

Preaching to the choir though

V-neck polo, horse be the logo

The streets with my voice, the horse is a rolls royce,

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

I used to ride the iron horse, and that was the train,

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again