This is a song about "My little pony"

The youngest of my mother kids

Do have my own little tricks

But you see my little one,

We have nothing in common

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

I have the instinct to make little faggots my pray

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

I run through my life as just a little bastard,

I’d like to see you say those little fables to my face,

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Or getting a little rep to my name

It’s not a game, hold your dame

When i ride him like a pony

But make sure if they do see