This is a song about "Horse without the saddle"

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Without you i'm like grass without the colour green

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I'm in the mood to battle, so, saddle your horses!

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Killing the competition, without any permission,

V-neck polo, horse be the logo

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

And their bandwagon groupies, they jump in the saddle,

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Flow like odb without the accent

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

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