This is a song about "Horns"

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I have thoughts of gluing on horns on newborns,

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

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

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

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

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.

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

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