It's I'm So Fly coming around turn three, followed by Stuntin' Like My Daddy and Ain't No Thang

I love horses, so I've been watching the recent races on tv. I visited a stable once and was mesmerized by contrast between their size and docility. Their eyes are so inquisitive — following you around — taking in everything going on. When I spoke to them, I felt like they understood. I fell in love with horses that day.
That being said, there has to be other brothas with an appreciation for horses. They may even become new-wave flossin'. No more jewelery, Lambourgini's or yachts — just thoroughbred racing.
Nothing says stuntin' like a $15,000 animal (think Tony Mantana and the white tiger from Scarface). But that's just the horse, not to mention the costs for a trainer, vets, medication a blacksmith, quartering, stable supplies, travel expenses and management costs. If you can afford a horse, you're definitely ballin'. And any time we get to throw some money around we'll take.
And you know we'll bet on anything from a crap game to a three-legged race at a family reunion. Since we're probably already betting on the races, why not put a horse in the fight and make some money off the damn thing. You know a brotha gotta have a side hustle.
As of now, I don't think there are any brothas in horse racing. Just listen to the names: Secretariat, Mine That Bird, Affirmed, War Emblem, Seattle Slew and Real Quiet. Secretariat sounds like secretary. Not flashy enough. I don't know what the hell a Mine That Bird is. Affirmed sounds like what happens when the jury confirms a ruling in court, so that's out. Brothas don't like war, or emblems — ask George Bush. I don't think there are many brothas in Seattle to be slain, and the only time a brotha is real quiet is while he's eating. The only ones that are even close are Big Brown and Street Sense — maybe Affirmed if we're talking about action.
When we start hearing names like, Aye Li'l Shawty, Back That Thang Up, Mo' Money Mo' Problems, Ain't No Thang and Superman Dat Hoe, we'll know we've broken through. Can you imagine the announcers fumbling over those names? It would be hilarious.
"This should be a great race today John. Jay-Z's horse, "Fresh To Death" (Fresh Ta Def), is the prohibitive favorite. Young Jeezy's "I Get Lots of That" (I Gettalotta Dat) is coming in at 3-1 odds."
If you think the Kentucky Derby is a spectacle now, imagine when Jay-Z and Young Jeezy are doing the pre-race concert. It'll be like the Super Bowl of horse racing. There will be a whole new crowd watching racing. There'll be all new beefs. Instead of rapping about who's the better rapper, there will be songs about whose horse is better. Can you imagine DMX in an ascot rapping about how his horse merced Common's?
"And the Grammy for best Thoroughbred Beef Single goes to DMX for, "Your Horse Ain't Shit".