This is a song about "Horses"

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

You start seeing they long face like horses

She can make a pimp fall in love

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

In your case that'd be like four horses.

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

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,