This is a song about "C 51"

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Hy-c... im too vicious like a pisces.

No a/c cheap car to do work

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Area 51 illuminati creating everything while spacing

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

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

Cause they right down the street

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

And all anyone cares about is the c

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money