This is a song about "Shitty horses"

One that you haven't experienced in your shitty little lyric rhymes

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

The memories were to shitty to even last,

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Shitty, you come to this battle unprepared

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

You be rocken swag like shitty

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