This is a song about "Bria c"

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Next level, c-3po 2.0, enhanced heat,

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Cot damn, martybars and c simeon out here.

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

My direction good, well-rounded type

My name is little c

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

No bitch ( carl c ) don't rap a dame

Time after time, again and again

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

I'm stronger and i'm smarter like he-man on c-span/