This is a song about "Jens asshole"

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

De la soul is from the soul

Im kind hearted,no matter how much i come off as an asshole

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

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

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Yall bunch of rap queens female asshole

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

So i strike anywhere like matches, i'm an asshole to hoes

Asshole flowers, going home

You left your nigga on his own

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll