This is a song about "Your little pony"

Your rhymes needs just a little adjustment

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Your carpet stained white, but just a little off

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Little middle class suburban kid, your rapping's worse,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Your the little shit that, nobody knows!

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

If i had the money dog, id probably buy you a pony

When i ride him like a pony

Must be something you want me to see