This is a song about "Karan the asshole"

What the fuck is this asshole here to really talk about

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Let's put it on cruise control

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

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

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll