This is a song about "Horns"

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

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

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

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist