This is a song about "C mon son"

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

It was plain to c she gave birth to a c-u-n-t

She can only live for the moment

I'm scary aren't i son

Girls fast how jamaicans run

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

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Comedian, try again, son

When it's all said and done

Cot damn, martybars and c simeon out here.

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

L y r i to the c

Fuck fame, fuck money