This is a song about "Stuttering asshole"

Timmy got his bike stole

Yep, yep, yep, yep, i'm fuckin asshole

Asshole flowers, going home

Now all i am is alone

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

Back like i never ever left in the first

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

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

What the fuck is this asshole here to really talk about

They tryna get it in, we gotta point 'em out

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

It creates a jewel, im an asshole jeweler, a sphincter ruler.

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo