This is a song about "Horses and shoot outs"

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Banks fail and get billion-dollar bail-outs, it's sad to call it,

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

You start seeing they long face like horses

That scary love, never get married love

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

All we need is convienient love

In your case that'd be like four horses.

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Just to come and shoot ya

Cause i ain't mad at cha