This is a song about "Y ltle pony"

When i ride him like a pony

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Y you bitches think im playing,

Why not me the same thing

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Its y-u-n-double g, and if you trouble me

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long