This is a song about "C low"

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Denni-c and the fucking great mc...

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

It was just another party

My name is little c

Don't you fall behind, like a c plus

Mama always told me i’d be famous

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

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Denni-c, i run this rap shit.

Or let the mob handle that

C walking in the kill zone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home