This is a song about "Hairy asshole"

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

De la soul is from the soul

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Yall bunch of rap queens female asshole

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

In a hairy mess, doused with gas, light her dress with matches

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Mary was hairy and lucy wants to marry me,

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Fussing, i need a muffler, but mostly i'm just an asshole

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll