This is a song about "My steed"

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

My own unknown is my enemy,

Must be something you want me to see

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Make amends with this sinner while im waiting on my steed

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin