This is a song about "Glove"

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

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

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

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

Unless it's with a glove you see

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

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