This is a song about "Horns"

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

I have thoughts of gluing on horns on newborns,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

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

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

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

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

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns

And three hours in the showers with the corpse