This is a song about "C mon bitch"

Working day or night

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And all anyone cares about is the c

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

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

I’m a hustla, baby

L y r i to the c

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

"holy shit wow look at them gigantic racks my mon!"

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

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