This is a song about "Iron horse"

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Beat illmatic? fine, pace on tracks like a racing horse,

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Maybe using an untapped source or just beating that dead horse

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

'cause i'm comin' at you like a dark horse

I put these poems all in these songs

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

That'll get wiped by sg's iron curtain.

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on too,

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you