This is a song about "Asshole mother"

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

I'm a fucking asshole because i act by what i'm labeled.

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Mother, o my mother

And take ya'll supper

Yall bunch of rap queens female asshole

Purify that woman soul

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.

This shit has got my soul

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Open up your contacts then scroll

For making an asshole

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

Let's put it on cruise control