This is a song about "Playing horse and scatergories"

You're playing with fire and it's danger zone

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

My dick hung like a horse

Then it just pours

Nightmare on any street

And stop playing hide and seek,

Playing tag, touch and go in the night is that

The third one is mixed, white and black

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

I gallop on a six legged horse dressed in steel and blood,

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

On the mic playing quidditch and cribbage

And i'm not playing around

Meek milly racked up racked out