This is a song about "Pastel colored horses"

You start seeing they long face like horses

Together all the timethought it was true love

I'm in the mood to battle, so, saddle your horses!

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,

Reach for the door, get your access denied

You got a pastel shell and a soft inside

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

To hold a pastel and draw the tears for me to see