This is a song about "Glazed dounuts"

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

Listen to every word that i slur

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

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

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait