This is a song about "Saddle sores"

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

She caught up in my love triangle

Your a horse without a saddle

And everybody bandwagoned up in the saddle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Go to your little horse tell girls they need a saddle

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

So much money in my pockets, i might need a saddle

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Getting people i was cool with addicted to having sores,

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And their bandwagon groupies, they jump in the saddle,

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Saddle and wave, i killed cattle and crave sadness