This is a song about "C section"

And all anyone cares about is the c

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Gon put yo ass threw some pt while you bump some c/

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

C and i flow the hardest

Flea ridden carpets, chopping harlots into section

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

You need to rap to perfection but go to the next section

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Family day, goodwill, section 8, medicaid, and thrift shops,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

Knowing you can no longer party

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c