This is a song about "My friend that looks like a horse"

It's her eyes and smile that looks like sacred treasure

Picture a place that they exist, together

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

My book case looks like a psych. room

The streets with my voice, the horse is a rolls royce,

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Banging out niggas with attitude

Looks like he wasn't in a good mood

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Leave your life lookin like a short film my friend