This is a song about "Carl cee"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

I'm a son of a gun

Sorry battle gone carl won.

Carl he's cool, everybody thats following me except lucyfur he can't seem to figure

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for