This is a song about "Carl babymama"

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Hey baster stop battling me (carl c) your master, your spiting some eggs

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Got rappad shaking carl like they want some more//////////////

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

You said you heard crys and thought it was carl, but you would have seen your mom if you

So come carl and justin, burn y'all like a fuckin' oven

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done