This is a song about "Saddle sores"

Saddle and wave, i killed cattle and crave sadness

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

As i light one for ill will

Your a horse without a saddle

Then saddle up and just speak

From the back seat, back seat

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

Im tearing up this battle, i dont even have to get off my saddle,

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

And their bandwagon groupies, they jump in the saddle,

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Dattle, strap in you're saddle, you're just a waste of space and a disgrace to