This is a song about "C bakes"

My name is little c

My lady, my baby

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

And all anyone cares about is the c

C walking in the kill zone

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Them people see my good side

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

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

Who trill as me, roll two of tree