This is a song about "Asshole mother"

Asshole flowers, going home

That he dont even own

So the devil that drove in her got in control

It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole

Yep, yep, yep, yep, i'm fuckin asshole

Purify that woman soul

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.

It's apart of her goal

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

"you're not an asshole you just don't give a fuck a lot."

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal