This is a song about "Big c"

Comparing yourself to big double c is like comparing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

C walking in the kill zone

We just want you back at home

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Gon put yo ass threw some pt while you bump some c/

The prophet muhammad done blessed you to hear the music of c/

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Me and you i think we should ride

Mr. c----n does this shit right

And all anyone cares about is the c

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Black fours red drop head doors