This is a song about "Karan the asshole"

Open up your contacts then scroll

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.

You left your nigga on his own

Asshole flowers, going home

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

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

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

18 year sentence with no parole

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,