This is a song about "Horns"

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

But underneath this hat was some hair and a pair of horns

So i went down south but i ended up north

I have thoughts of gluing on horns on newborns,

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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