This is a song about "Karan the asshole"

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

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

Purify that woman soul

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

I'm a fucking asshole because i act by what i'm labeled.

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

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

"you're not an asshole you just don't give a fuck a lot."

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Music that y'all condone

Asshole flowers, going home

It's apart of her goal

For making an asshole

Women at my pole

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.