This is a song about "Deer horns"

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

On this mic i turn satan, rappers fightin to break the horns

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

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

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

Spitting raw fire, more higher, than a dragons roar. i aint man made, mad horns like a dragon born

Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm

In my mom's stomach, came out like a deer

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

That's the warning you missed, fool-- the horns that he spit

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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