This is a song about "Glove"

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

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

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

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

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Unless it's with a glove you see

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat