This is a song about "Goat horn"

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Anymore than a goat,

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

I be the type to take off before the horn blow

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

You would have more chance trying to breed with a goat,

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

And cooked you like a goat meat hell wanna calling you

I know they pay me too much of attention

Worshiping goat headed deities and breath in,

If you side against the horn you are ludicrous

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love