This is a song about "Mrs horn"

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

Secret missives to the mrs

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

They still think im delusional, sick and mrs sheesh cant heal me

I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform

Torn apart, taken by storm, blow the war horn/

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

You got bitches? think you wishes cuz i'm seeing glitches of mrs

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate

Senor bout to catch me being late come on mrs roberts cant the attendance wait

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

If you side against the horn you are ludicrous