This is a song about "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

Than the muse of a family

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

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep