This is a song about "C mon bitch"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Even ice, i , c , e

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

And now it's clear as this promise

Don't you fall behind, like a c plus

And all anyone cares about is the c

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

C and i flow the hardest

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

All i want is you baby

The prophet muhammad done blessed you to hear the music of c/

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free