This is a song about "Deer horns"

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

You're fucking scared now. like a deer in a headlights

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I wore a helmet with horns and hold a sword of thorns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Like the saying goes mess with the bull and get the horns

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

Get out my way fore i shoot you like a deer.

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

I have thoughts of gluing on horns on newborns,

You're fucking scared now. like a deer in a headlights

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines