This is a song about "Deer horns"

It's automatic i win this - oh you hear those horns, you finished

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

I have thoughts of gluing on horns on newborns,

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

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

Sorry dear/deer never gave a fuck so you better run

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns