This is a song about "Air horn"

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

When i combine the two weapons i get the devil's horn

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

I be the type to take off before the horn blow

I don't even breathe the same air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Torn apart, taken by storm, blow the war horn/

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there