This is a song about "Carl cizzle cadillac streets"

(blind..shit) and ''carl-c'' when they won they deserved it

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

I guzzle up at the bar

To click respond to your master carl

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Cops won't look in the streets,

Now i'm living out my dreams

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money