This is a song about "Glazed dounuts"

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

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

You was just a little smaller but you still roller

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