This is a song about "Carl cizzle cadillac streets"

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Bring it all back in the back of a black cadillac

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

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

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Sorry battle gone carl won.

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I gotta cadillac rollin up to fon du lac feelin up my girl in back,

Played our beats on the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

As i sit back\ cadillac, leftover rappers so delouis

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze