This is a song about "Carl cizzle cadillac streets"

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

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

Cops won't look in the streets,

All that ass in your jeans

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Played our beats on the streets

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

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

You're walking these streets,

When you're reachin' your dreams

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I kept runnin through the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

You're walking these streets,

I said believe in your dreams