This is a song about "Thorns"

And all the while i think of you

With thorns from what she's been through

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Imagine if this hat was a crown of thorns

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Man, don't trust these bitches. every rose has thorns.