This is a song about "Horses and shoot outs"

Aiming for the top so here i aim and shoot

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Pockets probably like fried food

Drive to your hood and start shoot

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Don't shoot the messenger, just go along and hate the martyr,

Just to come and shoot ya

The science and the art, africa

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

You start seeing they long face like horses

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

A cynical state of mind, untypical words with sophistical meaning, mystical turn/

Live and learn, call outs and haters the least of my concern, i earn this adjourn,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Out makin' product move, cock and shoot, the most,