This is a song about "Glen asshole"

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Im kind hearted,no matter how much i come off as an asshole

Asshole snatching purses,do my best not to be acting nervous,

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

For making an asshole

Timmy got his bike stole

Women at my pole

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.

If you try to give it to me at the door

Asshole, me? i never ask for more,

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money