This is a song about "Horns"

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

But you never come when you period is five days

Satan's horns, thunder pounds, pieces of an angel's face,

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns

And the headrest had to have about eight 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

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

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

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit