This is a song about "Deer horns"

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

My mind is void of sense but yet i'm still sharp as horns

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

I have thoughts of gluing on horns on newborns,

Hanging ma' nose up like runnin' horns,baring my teeth at those who roar.

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before