This is a song about "Fucking a glove"

Like a fucking thesis,

We don't ever make love

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Fuck all the movies about love they can shove it up a glove or down a somebody's dove

But i saw a fucking butterfly

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Disrupt, erupt the fucking meter, developed a fever,

Fucking hell what a rapper,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Jesus what a fucking close call,

Didn't do a thing at all