This is a song about "Karan the asshole"

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Look me in the eye asshole not with that ran off stare

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

It's apart of her goal

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

Asshole flowers, going home

And don't you bring your camera phone

De la soul is from the soul

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

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

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth