This is a song about "My steed"

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

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Grab my knife and my gun

On the bible you can run

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/