This is a song about "Glove"

Together all the timethought it was true love

So i took the knife and slit my hand right through the glove,

Unless it's with a glove you see

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

But at least we're smart enough to wear a rubber "glove".

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

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

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