This is a song about "Pick my childhood pony"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

My lines pick me up more green than an addict’s nose,

I still cherish my childhood and reminisce on my memories,

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

My childhood was full of bad memories

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

If i had the money dog, id probably buy you a pony

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I see the world through different views, my crop pick,

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit