This is a song about "Western black rhino"

Like a tumble weed in the western breeze.

Rideright back to the movies

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

My rhymes thunder, and they charge, just like a rhino

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

It's a standoff, somethin kinda like a rap western

I can't turn back

Top dropped down, black on black

Is that why i ruined that stat rhino

She probably had a reason though

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

You mess with rhino you must want the swine

Don't forget the chi though, guns are like a pyro

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino