This is a song about "Young horses"

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Here i go again, searching for love

In your case that'd be like four horses.

You bull shit, look

Towards my young childhood

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Baby, you know who you are

And peace to this young warrior,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

Keep in mind we were so young

Grown men never should bite their tongue