This is a song about "Sho horn sonata"

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

I be the type to take off before the horn blow

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Comin' with a flow you know is sho' to bring the ruckus,

Erode the sands of time, off this sho', you cannot rhyme, with/

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

I go hard fo sho mad flow now you know.

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns

If you side against the horn you are ludicrous

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Comin' with a flow you know is sho' to bring the ruckus,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love