This is a song about "Horses balls"

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

'cause i had the strength and balls

Rub the wood and ima show em love

You start seeing they long face like horses

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Alcohol and booty calls

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

His nuts so big, bitch he sitting on his balls

My rapping made you soil

Your balls get susan boyle

Don't test me unless you got the balls

They say the money talks and bullshit walks