This is a song about "Horses"

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Go for mine, that ball shit, pour ciroc 'til i'm nauseous

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

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

In your case that'd be like four horses.

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

You start seeing they long face like horses