This is a song about "Glazed dounuts"

No, i ain't, glazed donuts for luncheon, on my plate.

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

With the eyes glazed over, "boy, you ain't schroeder!

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

With the eyes glazed over, "boy, you ain't schroeder!

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her