This is a song about "Pony up"

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

When i ride him like a pony

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Watch closely as i knockoff shit thats phony as a real-life pony

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Cause imma step it up, build it up

Play up, play up, and play the game!

And my niggas all the same

Golden, just like pony boy i will stay.

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

The cool say i'm thug

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free