This is a song about "Obisidian steed"

'cause i'm comin' at you like a dark horse

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Rappin' real, and because i got thugs, i'm packing steel,

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Beat illmatic? fine, pace on tracks like a racing horse,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

With a bicycle handle . handle that

Comin to ya crib and whipe u out with my steel/

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Ruthless, i'm a sadist with the power to cut steel

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I'm a dream-weaver, your night's mare n' the ringleader

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

Feels like im a horse n my life is the chariot,