This is a song about "Carl cizzle compton jail"

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

What up girl, tell me how you been

Sorry battle gone carl won.

A criminal grind mean hustle

Go to jail, your'e a criminal,

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

Fags from compton, socked him in his fucking chops: won

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

Fuck it moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton