This is a song about "Sound the horn"

This rapping is just a charm

// [you can sound the alarm]

// [you can sound the alarm]

Touched it to your cherry lip balm

Floor seats at that wizards game

You think you sound the same?

I be spending on these night just listening to the sound

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

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

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

When you hear the sound of the trumpet thats the sound of my triumph

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

Doppler, effect is distortion of the sound