This is a song about "My steed"

And any chick you can screw i can get wetter

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

I'm a son of gun

My words are my rhythm

This is my original, my validation

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

I dont love you im just confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

You a lady boss, now you fly free

These my rhymes and my story

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

The only time i flirt with her