This is a song about "Asshole brother"

De la soul is from the soul

For making an asshole

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

Let's put it on cruise control

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Asshole, me? i never ask for more,

Lost ma mother and my brother

Just to let you know, you are

To see marshalls brother

I thought i recognized her

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

She was lucky, so was her brother

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber