This is a song about "Horns"

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

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

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

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns