This is a song about "Asshole mother"

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.

Let's put it on cruise control

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

For making an asshole

De la soul is from the soul

This shit has got my soul

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

I know i'ma fucking asshole, so fuck you, and fuck me,

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Mother, o my mother!

Poke out from behind her