This is a song about "My little pony"

If you think imma furnish my space with worthless little verses

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

My fate, watchin out for every little mistake

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Physically straight but they cake they behavior

Now let me give you a little taste of my flavor

From my peers, they be thinking themselves a little wiser

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

My little brother could rap better than you

Turn my mic up a little bit (would you)

I'm after you bringing traffic through

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her