This is a song about "Plucking dingleberries out of your asshole"

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Yo getting sick of your shit, knock it out,

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Get out of my face, you have your own space stay out of mine

Son, you think your good, get it out of your head,

I work hard for everything i get

For making an asshole

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Punched the shit out of your consciousness, your light's out

De la soul is from the soul

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Yall bunch of rap queens female asshole