This is a song about "My hoof"

Picture a place that they exist, together

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

She forget about her husband

My streaks my testament.

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Pardon that jargon but since i'm balling they getting salty

You heard my name in my last rap but not my story

Punt her like a football 'till my hoof leg goes numb. my oh my, what do we here?

Anamorphic proposal like my lives the deal your good times imma steal

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------