This is a song about "Pastel colored horses"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

Mayonaise colored car, that shit's a miracle whip

'fore i make another 'how can you slap' youtube clip

In your case that'd be like four horses.

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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